#fingers crossed we'll be able to see it at least a little

[yeba]

if any of you are witnessing the solar eclipse tomorrow, have fun!!

[weaponizedmoth]

Been meaning to do another one of these for a second, but didn't have any cool outfit pics--until I remembered these blurry pics I had from 2021 that I could never do much with. Libbyframe is the inspo for these as usual,✨️

[toastsnaffler]

only took half my meds today bc I slept in rly late this morning and didn't want to take the full dose in case it keeps me awake tn but good grief I'm feeling them wear off.. my heaud hurts

[nanaslutt]

Not even god himself

synopsis: Gojo insists day in and day out you let him fuck you raw, and one day you give in. Only when he promises to pull out before he cums, does he actually hold that promise?

contains: pwp, fem reader, established relationship, clothed cunnilingus, dry humping, fingering, teasing, dacraphillia, so much dirty talk it should be illegal, unprotected sex, rough sex, reatrains, gojo is an asshole but he loves you<3

MDNI

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"Baby cmon pleasseeeee, It'll feel sooo good for both of us I promise. Don't you wanna feel me inside you with nothing between us?" Gojo cooed, peppering kisses up your legs as you sat on the couch, thighs crossed as you stared at the man on the floor who was too large to be kneeling in front of you like this.

Satoru had been asking to fuck you raw since the day you got together. The first time you slept together it was "oh noooo, I forgot to buy condoms, sorry baby, looks like we're gonna have to do it raw" followed by a not-so-smooth wink. You made him take a little trip to the convenience store that night that happened to be right across from your apartment before things went any further.

He tried to ask to fuck you raw on any special occasion too, his birthday? You bet. Your first anniversary? Absolutely. Father's Day? He wasn't even a father… The closest you let him get to fucking you raw was when you let him rub his cock on the outside of your cunt, your folds rubbing along his dick as he poked and prodded at your clit with his fat head.

He tried to sneakily press his tip against your entrance, saying he wasn't going to put it in, quickly followed by "Just the tip." You did not let him put "just the tip" in because "just the tip" didn't exist with Satoru. You knew once he got a taste of your raw pussy, not even god himself could pull him out of you, it was too risky.

You did admit the idea sounded wonderful, and it pained you to turn him down every time he asked, but you weren't on birth control, and once again, you didn't trust Gojo to pull out before he came. Hell, he kept his cock buried as deep as he could inside you while he came with a condom on, always pouting when he pulled out saying "What a waste, that could've been inside you" and effectively riling you up from those words alone.

The reason you had waited so long to get on birth control was simply because of your job. You were a jujutsu sorcerer too, and it seemed like every time you started to make the appointment to see your doctor to get on some form of birth control, work interveined. So when you finally got on birth control after over a year of dating Satoru practically cried in your arms begging you to let him fuck you raw now.

You sighed and held the big baby in your arms as you told him that the effects of birth control didn't start fully working until 2 weeks of consistently taking the pill. "So you'll let me fuck you raw in 2 weeks?" Gojo said, perking up instantly. You rubbed your head as you felt a migraine start to come on as you said, "We'll revisit this later."

Satoru had taken your words to heart. He set a timer on his phone for the same time, every single day, for two weeks--and whenever that alarm went off, he dropped whatever he was doing to find you and remind you to take your pill. He had observed the way you said you needed to take the pill consistently for 2 weeks for it to work, so he was going to take absolutely every single precaution to make sure nothing got between you, and taking that goddamn pill.

Sure he had waited over a year with no date in sight of when he was going to be able to fuck you raw, but now that he had a date, or at least a possible date, of when he could? He didn't think he would be able to handle it if you missed a day and had to start over from day 1. Satoru was a very impatient man when it came to anything involving you, this wasn't something he was going to play around with.

So two weeks later, here Gojo was, on his knees as he pouted up at you with those big blue eyes as he begged, tears in his eyes and all, for you to let him fuck you raw. "Satoru… I don't know." You replied, making him perk up. 'I don't know' wasn't no. Gojo turned up all his seducing techniques to the max, he needed to seal the deal before you were turned off by the idea.

"Just think about it baby, my hard cock inside of you…" Satoru said softly, running his long fingers up the underside of your shins sensually, "Imagine how warm It'll feel, hm? You'll be able to feel every vein on my dick, every fucking vein." You looked away in embarrassment, feeling your face grow hot. Satoru picked up on this, he was winning you over, and he had to keep going.

"I'll even pull out before I cum baby, I promise. Just a couple of thrusts, yeah? Just a couple I just need to feel you for a little bit." Satoru begged, his hands sliding under your thighs that were pressed against the cushions as he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch, pulling your legs over his shoulders. "Satoru… we both know you won't be able to stop halfway…" You said, still averting your gaze.

"For this, I can do it, baby, cmon don't you trust me? I'll give you a good few strokes, nice n deep, just how you like it." Gojo whispered, pressing kisses as he made his way up your thighs. "Then I'll pull out and put on a condom before I cum, that way I can still cum inside you, yeah? How's that sound? You wanna feel your boyfriend's hard cock inside you with no rubber?" Gojo cooed, kissing higher and higher up your thighs as he tried to win you over.

If Gojo was honest with himself, he didn't know if he was going to be able to keep his promise. He would say anything to you right now if it meant you would let him hit it raw, and he knew deep down that you knew that too, but gauging by your response and how fidgety and squirmy you got, Gojo could tell you wanted it just as bad as he did.

Gojo sealed the deal by sliding his hands under your hips and pulling your body down from the couch so your crotch was right in front of his face. "Hey, look at me." He pouted, nuzzling your inner thigh as he looked up at you. "Your boyfriend is talking to you down here~" Biting your lip between your teeth you looked down at the man between your thighs.

You kept your hands together over your chest, afraid to move. "Yeah… look at me, don't look away." Gojo cooed, keeping his all-seeing eyes on yours as he leaned forward and kissed your clothed cunt through your shorts, making you gasp in surprise. "Talk to me baby, tell me what you're thinking." He asked, giving your face one more once over before he pressed himself against your mound once more and kissed right where your clit was.

Your hands came to card through his hair as his tongue poked out between your teeth and pressed against your pussy through your shorts, the dull feeling of stimulation only frustrating you, creating an intense fire to burn strongly in your groin. "God… o-okay, okay." You finally said, your nails raking against Gojo's scalp as he mimicked how he ate you out, just over your clothes.

Gojo giggled against your clothed pussy before he pulled his face back, his arousal evident on his face with how red his cheeks were, combined with his blurry, unfocused eyes. "Okay, what baby? I need to hear you say it." Gojo said, nuzzling his head against your thigh once more as he looked up at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

His cock was twitching rapidly against the confines of his boxers as he awaited your words. "You can fuck me raw." You said softly, wincing in embarrassment as you averted your eyes once more, continuing to caress Gojo's head. Gojo released a groan mixed with a laugh as he felt himself leak an alarming amount of pre-cum inside his boxers. "Fuck baby, you have no idea what that did to me," Gojo said, thrusting his hips forward into the air, trying to get whatever relief he could as his erection was pressed against the zipper of his jeans.

"You want it now? Hm? I know how wet you are, I could hear your pussy talking to me when I was teasing her. You wanna feel me inside you right now don't you?" Gojo spoke, slightly projecting with his words. You hadn't realized how much your breathing had picked up as Gojo had been teasing you. The need you felt between your thighs was unlike anything you've ever felt before, he was right, you needed him, and you needed him now.

Looking back at your boyfriend with a pout, you nodded, trying to press your thighs together to emphasize your need before you spoke. "I need it now Satoru. Please…" That was all he needed to hear before he was scooping you up in his arms and making a b-line for his bedroom.

The two of you kissed like it was your last night alive, moans and gasps spilling from the other's lips each time your lips separated in a loud smack. Gojo placed you down on the bed and crawled between your legs, instantly wrapping your legs around his hips as he pressed his bulge against your clothed cunt.

"You feel me?" Gojo sighed against your lips between kisses, relishing in the way your moans increased in volume each time he humped his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock into your pussy. "Yeah…" You moan back desperately, your hands tangling in his hair as you try to pull him closer to you. "All for you baby, so hard just for you." Gojo groaned, emphasizing his words by pressing his hips flush against yours and keeping them there.

The friction felt so fucking good, he was so hard it felt like his knee was pressing between your legs. You sucked on his tongue as his hands wrapped under your back that was pressed against the sheets. His lithe fingers slipped under your shirt and found the clasp of your bra with ease, undoing the metal hooks with just a couple of fingers. You sighed at the relief of the pressure from your bra hugging your upper torso.

"Let me get this off you." Gojo rushed, leaning back a bit so he could pull your shirt off with ease, practically ripping the bra from your body once he had the shirt off of you. Gojo licked his lips as he took your tits in his hand, massaging them and pressing them together as he gave himself a show. Your nippled pebbled under his touch, making Gojo's mouth water.

"So fucking pretty, they're practically begging me to suck them." Gojo sighed, his cock twitching as he felt the softness of your tits in his hands before he leaned in and took one of your hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little bud. Your back arched against him as you gasped, your hands gripping his hair harder to ground yourself as he sucked on your nipple, the other hand toying with the little bud that wasn't currently in his mouth.

"Oh fuck- Satoru fuck-" You gasped, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continued thrusting his hips against yours. He moaned around your nipple, only aiding the warmth you felt between your legs. You were sure you had soaked completely through your panties by now, you felt so hot. Gojo's eyebrows furrowed as his plush lips sucked around your nipple, his soft pink tongue flicking it and rolling around it expertly, sending shockwaves straight to your clit.

Satoru popped off of your nipple with a smile, his lust-filled eyes staring down at your already disheveled form as he placed his hands by your shoulders and pushed his body up, keeping his eyes on yours as he dry humped you like he was fucking you. "You're so worked up." He moaned, his mouth slightly open as he smiled through his noises. "You that excited to feel my cock inside you? Huh?" He teased, rolling his hips in circles the way he knew drove you crazy.

Your hands fell from his hair down to his hips, you bit your lip as you pulled his hips towards yours, making him hump into you harder. "Y-you're one to talk." You shot back, tilting your head to the side against your pillow as you stared down at his hard cock, threatening to rip through his boxers and pants alike.

Gojo giggled before he responded, his head dropping down as he looked down to where the two of you were connected. A small wet patch had formed on the front of Satoru's pants from how much his cock was leaking. "I'm getting to fuck my pretty girlfriend raw, of course, I'm fucking excited." He smiled, his cerulean eyes looking back up at you.

"Satoru… stop teasing me, I n-need to feel you." You begged, moaning each time he rocked his hips into yours, your nails digging into his hips. "Tell me more baby," Gojo begged, pulling his lip between his teeth as he looked at you expectantly. You pouted at his words, he knew how embarrassed you got when he put you on the spot like this, but you were too worked up to be as shy about it as you otherwise would've been.

"Toru, give me your cock, n-need to feel you inside me with no c-condom." You begged, your hand sliding to the front of his body as your hand slid under his shirt, your fingers tracing up the indents of his defined abs as you pushed his shirt up higher and higher, exposing his toned body to your greedy eyes. Gojo groaned at your needy words and touch before he leaned back and crossed his arms over his body, gripping the end of his t-shirt as he pulled it up and over his body, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

Your hands smoothed down his chest, your nails raking over his porcelain skin as you left angry red marks in their wake. Gojo dropped his chin down to look down at you, groaning as you marked him up. He felt his cock twitch against his pants when you got to the waistline of his pants and started unbuttoning his jeans. "Take care of yourself, baby." He smiled, his hands coming down and pushing yours out of the way as he started to take off his pants. "Get outta those shorts for me." He winked.

You didn't need to be told twice. Without a second thought, you slipped your fingers under the band of your shorts and pulled them down your body, panties and all. Gojo's watchful eyes took in how your cunt connected to your pretty panties with a string of your arousal before it broke when you pulled them too far down your legs, kicking them off of your body.

You rubbed your body against the sheets, getting comfortable as you spread your legs for Gojo as he undressed himself. Gojo shook his head as he watched your teasing fingers slide down your body and reach your clit as you slowly started to rub the neglected but in small circles. "Fuck, someone's needy. Don't start the fun without me." Gojo teased, shimmying out of his pants.

His boxers were doing little to conceal the massive boner he was sporting, the pretty flushed tip poking out through the band of his boxers, the tip wet with his pre-cum. "H-hurry then." You replied, slowly slipping a finger inside your wet cunt with ease, thrusting it slowly as you stared shamelessly at his hard cock, wishing he was inside you already.

Gojo let out a long groan as he watched you finger yourself. He quickly added his boxers to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor, his hard cock slapping against his abdomen when he fully pulled them off. His white pubes were neatly trimmed and made a perfect backdrop for his flushed red cock to really stand out. "What are you doin' huh? Why are you fingering yourself?" Gojo asked, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock to ease his arousal as he watched you add a second finger inside yourself, shamelessly getting off in front of him.

9 times out of 10, Gojo was the one to stretch you out, so he was confused about whether you were just needed or if there was another reason. His question was quickly answered when you whined out, "I don't wanna wait for you to stretch me out, n-need to feel you right now." you begged, curling your fingers inside yourself as you massaged your g-spot, scissoring and thrusting them inside yourself as you tried to open yourself up for him.

Gojo stroked himself faster as he groaned watching you, a dopey smile on his face. "Babyyy… you should never have to prep yourself." He smiled, his free hand caressing your inner thigh briefly before he slid his hands down to your entrance. You watched him carefully as he rubbed his fingers on the underside of your hole that was stuffed with your smaller fingers. Each thrust inside yourself made more and more wetness gush out of you.

"Is there room for me? Hm?" Gojo teased before he flipped his hand so it was facing the ceiling and slowly started pushing two fingers in alongside yours. Both of your jaws dropped in tandem as he fully inserted his fingers inside you, feeling how tight you felt with your fingers also stuffed inside your little cunt. "Fuck, you're so warm." Gojo cooed, his eyebrows furrowing as he watched the way your cunt stretched to accommodate his fingers.

You whined and gasped as you adjusted to the stretch--fairly quickly thanks to how wet you were. "C'mon, keep movin' ur fingers with me if you wanna do it yourself so bad." Gojo teased, stroking his cock at the same pace as his fingers inside you. You gasped when he curled his fingers with you, the added pressure of his stronger fingers pressing into you stimulating your g-spot tenfold. "T-toru, enough…" You begged when he sped up, acting like he was trying to get you to cum on his fingers.

"Not yet… I like this, it's like we're holding hands, heh." Gojo giggled, increasing the pace of his hand on his cock as he continued to fingerfuck your cunt with you. "N-no I'm gonna cum-" You warned, trying to slow your own fingers inside yourself to block Gojo from hitting your sweet spot. "So cum~," Gojo said nonchalantly, his cock twitching in interest at feeling your cum around his fingers.

You pushed his wrist away with your other hand, successfully slowing his thrusts inside you. You shook your head before looking up at him once more, your eyes making contact with his, which were already staring at you. "Wanna cum on your cock…" You said bashfully, pouting as you spoke, embarrassed by your own words.

Gojo raised his eyebrows as his jaw fell open in a small o as he stared at you incredulously. He broke out into laughter a couple of seconds after, his fingers sliding out of you at the same time. You winced at the loss, already wishing he was back inside you. "God, could you be any cuter?" Gojo asked, looking at you lovingly. He rubbed his fingers wet with your juices over the top of his cock, mixing his cum with yours.

Soon after he was leaning over you, pushing at your hip as he tried to signal you to turn over on your stomach. You quickly complied, not wanting to make either of you wait any longer. "Up," Gojo said quietly, his hand pulling your pelvis toward the ceiling. You stuck your ass up, creating a gap between your pelvis and the bed for Gojo as he stuck a pillow under your hips, creating the perfect arch for you so he would be able to hit it just right while you laid there and took it.

"Good girl." He said, leaning over you as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hand bracing himself on the side of your body. Gojo looked down at your ass laid out for him as he tapped his hard cock on your cheeks, making the fat ripple from the impact. You wiggled your ass at him, whining out his name. "Let me have a little fun pretty girl, I've waited too long for this after all." Gojo cooed, slotting his cock between your ass cheeks as he rubbed back and forth teasingly, smearing his precum on your ass.

You whined in response, irritated with the white-haired man. That should be the exact reason why he should be impatient, so why was he taking his time? You were fed up with his teasing already, you were dripping wetness down your thighs, how could he keep denying you? You bit your lip as you wrapped your arms around the pillow in front of you, rubbing your cheek against it.

Gojo pulled his hips back and pushed the middle of his cock down with his thumb, angling it towards your pussy. "God, I can't believe you're finally letting me fuck you raw." He moaned, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his leaky tip against your folds, catching his head on your clit and making your body jolt from the stimulation.

"I'll take it back if you don't fuck me already." You bit, wiggling your ass back against him, making his tip rub into your folds. Gojo pressed his hips against yours, teasing the entrance of your hole with his tip. "You don't mean that~" Gojo cooed, continuing to tease you, only shallowly thrusting his cock on the outside of your hole, making you think he was going to slip it in at any moment.

You turned your head on the pillow to look back at him through the corner of your eye, a look of serious need plastered on your face as you made eye contact with him. "Try me." You spat, your lip quivering with how badly you wanted him. Gojo furrowed his eyebrows and kept his eyes on yours as he slowly started pushing his cock into you, not wanting to test you right now. He had waited so long for this, the last thing he wanted to do was ruin it by being too cocky.

"Oh fuck-" You moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as Gojo's cock slipped past the tight ring of your cunt, penetrating you. Gojo's jaw dropped fully open as he gasped heavily into the room, his chin dropping down so he could stare at the place where the two of you were connected. You felt the familiar burn from the stretch as Gojo slowly slid his cock inside you, inch by inch, he was going so slow you truly felt every single vein.

"Holy fuckk- ngh- you're so much warmer." Gojo moaned, feeling his balls already pulse with his release. "S-so soft too, ohmygod-" Gojo was quickly losing himself inside your pussy, his pretty eyes fluttering with how intense this felt for him. The two of you moaned in tandem when he thrust his cock inside you, giving you the last couple of inches all at once so he was now fully sheathed inside your pussy.

You whined at how hot he felt inside you, how soft the skin of his dick was, everything, you felt everything. Gojo wasn't fairing much better, his breath hitching and stuttering as he fought not to cum the second he got inside you. "Tell me I can move baby, I gotta fuck you, I'm not gonna last long like this," Gojo begged, practically crying out the words as he felt your pussy pulse and squeeze around him rapidly.

"Please, move baby ple-" Your words were cut short by Gojo thrusting needily into your cunt, loud squelches accompanied your whines and cries as you gripped the pillow you rested your head on for dear life. "Fuck- fuck you feel so good baby, can feel all of you like this." Gojo moaned, his sounds rivaling the volume of your own.

You silently cursed yourself for not doing this sooner. You sobbed and nodded in agreement against the pillow, squeezing your thighs together to bring your clit some relief as Gojo fucked into you quickly. The second his cock was fully out of you, it was back in you like it never left. Not only was his pace incredibly fast, but it was hard too, he was truly making the most out of this opportunity.

"D-dont forget t-oo pull out when you get close-" You tried to cry out as you felt yourself get pushed towards the edge already. Gojo tipped his head back as he half ignored your words. "Yeah yeah, pull out," Gojo mumbled, shrugging you off, "Give me those fucking hands baby." He growled not even a second later, his hand reaching up by your head to pull at your bicep, making your arm lay behind your back.

You pulled the other out from behind the pillow for Gojo and he quickly pressed your wrists together and locked your arms behind your wrist with his one strong hand. His fingers were so long that he enclosed both of your wrists in just the one palm. He used his other hand to pull your hips up so you were resting on your knees, face up, ass down, as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

Now that he had manipulated your body into such a harsh arch, he was fucking right into your sweet spot, you felt his cockhead ram into it every time he thrust his cock inside you, it made your moans cut off in a choked whine each time. "You're so fucking tight in this position, I can feel my cock hittin' that soft spot inside you that makes you go all dumb on me." Gojo cooed, shaking his head as he tried to breathe in through his nose and out through his mouth, not wanting to cum too fast.

Your pussy genuinely felt like a vice in this position, he was barely able to last five minutes in this position with a condom on, so he could only imagine how quickly this was gonna be over now that he was fucking you raw. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream when your high washed over you unexpectedly. In this position, Gojo's cock was rubbing all the right spots inside you, and his heavy balls were slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

Gojo's eyes shot open in surprise, his hand that wasn't holding your wrists dug itself into your ass as his abs clenched with the intensity of arousal that washed over him. The feeling of you suddenly cumming on his cock caught him off guard just as much as it caught you off guard, his hips stuttering as he fucked you through your high. "Ohshitohshit- t-too tight." Gojo moaned, sucking air in through his teeth as he slowed down a bit, fighting to not paint your walls white.

You cried out Gojo's name like a mantra as your body shook and jolted with your orgasm, your pussy leaking out cum around his cock. Gojo took a deep breath in when you came down from your high, your walls loosening around him significantly and allowing him to breathe. "God baby, almost made me fill you up with that one. How did cumming on my dick feel hm? Bet you felt every inch of me rubbin' inside you." Gojo cooed, his own words working him up.

Your post-orgasm-hazed brain could only focus on Gojo admitting that he almost came inside you, realizing then that he said he promised he was only going to give you a couple of thrusts raw before he pulled out. As good as this felt, you knew he was close by his incessant babbling and his sloppy hips fucking against your ass with no rhythm.

"T-toru pull out n-now" You cried as he fucked you into overstimulation, your legs crossing as his balls continued to batter your sensitive clit. "Hm? What was that? You want me to pull out?" Gojo asked, delaying your request by playing dumb. "I don't know if that's fair though… you got t-to cum on my cock so why do I have to pull out to cum?" Gojo pouted, continuing to fuck his cock inside your pussy, your walls feeling so much softer around him now that you had cum once.

"W-what?" You choked out a confused sound at Gojo's words. That wasn't what you had agreed on, was he seriously going to cum inside you? "Sator-uuu pull out or put on a c-condom, you promised." You cried, trying to wiggle your arms out of his iron grip to no avail. Your body was so weak to the pleasure Gojo Satoru gave you, you weren't getting out of this unless he wanted you to.

"You want me to put on a condom so bad?" Gojo paused his thrusts to lean over to the bedside table, picking up one of the condoms he had placed there for later he got back into position behind you and threw the condom at you, the foil wrapper hitting you in the head softly before it fell in front of your eyes. "Open it for me." He finished, smirking at you mischievously.

You felt like crying, he was being so unfair. Realistically you knew if Gojo came inside you, you would be fine because of the birth control, but you would 100% put him on a pussyban, and a part of your rational brain knew that. Nonetheless, you tried to wiggle towards the condom, shimmying your shoulders against the sheets as you tried to jerk your hands out of Gojo's stronghold once more.

"C'mon, you're not even trying. It's like you want me to c-cum inside." Gojo teased, trying to keep his words composed but ultimately failing as he felt your pussy bring him closer and closer to the edge. "Toru d-don't, please pull outtt-" You begged, shaking your head as your body was manhandled by the large man twice your size that was teasing and bullying you while fucking your pussy raw.

Gojo tsked as he pouted at you, his cock twitching as he took in your teary, defiant face. "You didn't even try~ C'mon, try a little harder I'm about to cum you still have some time-" Gojo faux encouraged, fucking his cock into you harder. You shook your head, relaxing your arms in his hold as you allowed Gojo to do with your body what he would, you knew you stood no chance if he was adamant about cumming inside you.

"You're so fucking cute you know that? F-fucking love you so much." He giggled, his words coming out choked and breathy as your cunt milked his dick right to the edge. It was over, he was going to cum inside you and you were going to have to ban sex for a year… no two years… maybe forever. As you let Satoru yank your arms back so your body met his thrusts, readying yourself to take his load--

--he pulled his cock out at the last minute, "I'm cumming- c-cumming fuck, fuck-fuuuuuck." It took every ounce of strength in his body, but he managed for pull out. Gojo groaned as he jerked his cock rapidly, wet with your juices, over your ass. Hot ropes of his thick cum landed on the skin of your ass and thighs as he milked his cock for all it was worth, his nails digging into your wrists as he came. His eyes fluttered back in his head as his body endured one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever had.

You sighed in relief, closing your teary eyes as you gasped against the pillow as Satoru smeared his cum all over your ass, rubbing his tip along your skin to make sure he gave you every last drop of his seed. He released your hands and your body fell limply against the sheets, Gojo's body chasing yours as he laid on top of you, his cum smearing all over the skin of his pelvis and abs as he embraced your body from behind.

He couldn't find himself caring about the warm stickiness of his seed rubbing along his skin much as he held your tired body in his arms, giggling as he peppered kisses along your arms and the back of your head. "Did I scare you? Heh, did you really think I was gonna cum inside you?" He asked, smiling from ear to ear as he whispered against the shell of your ear.

You felt the veins in your head bulge out in annoyance. Gojo was such a sadist, and he knew exactly how to press all of the buttons that made you want to punch him in the face. "Gojo, I swear to god, I almost killed you." You mumbled, staring at the wall in front of you in anger. Gojo giggled against your head, his arms squeezing around you tighter.

"Awww, don't use my last name, you're scary when you do that." He said, trying to roll his body over yours to get a good look at your face. He succeeded in caging his larger body over yours, forcing you to lay on your back, hands crossed over your chest as you looked up at him angrily.

Satoru smiled softly before he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away. " Thank you for doing this with me~ I'm sorry if I scared you, you're just so fun to tease~" he cooed. Your expression had softened when he kissed you, but it quickly went back to that of annoyance when he said that last part. You tried to roll over on your side to escape him, but it was futile.

"I was going to put you on a pussyban y'know. Still might, haven't decided yet." You pouted, teasing him back, only your voice was dead serious, making him think your words were too. Who were you kidding, you couldn't last longer than a week without fucking Satoru, you were just as insatiable as he was.

Gojo raised his eyebrows at you shocked as he leaned in to scan your face for sarcasm. "You wouldn't." He challenged, keeping his eyes full of worry on yours. "If you don't get your cum off my ass in the next ten seconds, I might," you responded, turning your head to look up at him. You don't think you've ever seen a man scramble away from you to get a towel so fast in your life.

[clovdgyu]

requested

#sylus x m!reader #smut #sylus is currently my third priority in lnd (last being xavier because i don't have any solar pairsg bfor him. still love this bb boy tho)

#pet namees (sylus calls reader doll, baby boy, and kitten), breeding kink, fingering, unprotected sex, kinky sex, sylus loves seeing you in your pjs, took place after a year and a few months

#being the cutest, most handsome, and kindest boyfriend of your university's crush, it seems you have a lot to handle at once but especially his sex drive

you looked at the entirety of his condo unit and it was surprisingly huge! well, i guess that's a given seeing how your tall boyfriend is practically towering over you. "your place is nice," you stated before he wrapped his arms around you from behind, hugging you.

"our place is nice. this is where we'll be staying from now on. you don't have to pay rent, no anything. just sit there and look pretty, baby," he told you, the pet name making your cheeks warm as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

it's already been a year and a half when you and sylus started dating, experiencing various ups and downs but stayed together through all of it. one thing you did notice about sylus was that he was unexpectedly clingy and protective.

you never complained though, you loved seeing his vulnerable side. but another thing is, you noticed how he was holding himself back when he was with you. sure, he was clingy, but it just seemed new to you. everytime you initiated any means of physical touch, he slowly backs away.

you know he isn't uncomfortable when it comes to you, but it seemed that he was keeping himself in the "right state of mind" every time you initiated a kiss or any kinds of affection.

back to the present, you sighed and backed away from him, crossing your arms as you looked him dead in the eyes, making sylus confused. "sylus, are you holding yourself back because of me?"

"what? no," he answered a little too fast, a little too suspicious. you smiled at him and held onto his biceps, comforting him. he sighed, "i just don't want you to get the impression that all i ever think about is sex. i was just worried that you might hate it."

a scoff left your mouth as you cupped the taller man's cheeks with your hands. "sounds reasonable enough. but you don't have to hold yourself back, you can ask me when you want to do it. but no means no, alright?"

smirking, sylus used his thumb and index, holding onto your chin and raised it. "well, i am kind of in need of some pleasure right now, doll. do you consent?"

a simple nod from you was all it takes for sylus to finally give in to his desires.

"do i have to do it in my pyjamas, sylus?" you asked the other male who was already laid on your shared bed in just his boxers. you sat on the bed and the other male was obviously smirking as he eyed you from head to toe. "q-quit doing that."

sylus sat up and neared you, one hand supporting his weight behind you. "you just look so cute in those pink pjs, kitten. can't help it."

"you're really—"

you were not able to finish your sentence since as soon as you've opened your mouth, sylus attacked your lips with his. it was surprising for you to say the least as you never had any experience with kissing. you didn't complain though.

if anything, you closed your eyes in satisfaction as you held onto sylus' broad shoulders to try and deepen the kiss. at first you both stayed there, lips connected to each other to bask in the warmth of each other's mouths.

deciding to take the initiative, you slowly detached your lips from him before kissing him back in a torrid kiss, moving your lips in a sensual manner.

a dry chuckle left sylus' mouth at how eager you were before he finally kissed back with the same tempo. the silver-haired male moved his lips rhytmically with yours, small kissing sounds emitting from your lips. slowly, sylus pushed you down the bed, not breaking away from the kiss.

wanting even more, you guided your hands towards your boyfriend's silver hair and softly gripped on it, pulling him closer towards you, letting out a small squeal when his knee slightly brushed on your crotch.

sylus removed his lips from yours, trailing kisses down your neck to your collar bone as he looked up at you, your eyes half-lidded whilst small whimpers left your plump lips. "s-sylus.."

"what's wrong, kitten? you need something?" he asked with a sly smirk, going back to what he was doing. slowly, he undid the buttons on your pyjama shirt, making your cheeks heat up at the thought of showing him your torso. "don't be scared, kitten. I got you," he stated, as if he heard your thoughts.

you nodded as a response, sylus finally done undoing your buttons. "sylus," you called out in a sweet voice to which the said male hummed to, fingers trailing down towards your pants' waistband. he removed his lips from your body and harshly discarded your pyjama pants, making you gasp. "sylus! oh my god.."

the said male stared at your half-clothed body, admiring your seductive and soft stature. "you look so delectable, m/n. i never even thought would ever come," he stated with a teasing smirk, leaning down to places kisses down your stomach.

without even a warning, sylus grabbed the waistpand of your pants behind you and pulled it back, just enough to expose your ass.

you gasped at the sudden rush of coldness before he inserted a finger into your hole, making you yelp before you bit your lips to silence your screams. "s-sylus, oh fuck!"

"hearing you cuss like that is making me hot. why do you do it so politely? you're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" sylus teased before he began to thrust his finger inside your hole, inserting another one to fully stretch your hole, doing scissoring motions to prepare you for his meaty cock.

a sudden scream came out from your lips, cutting you out of your thoughts. "oh my god! that felt so weird, sy. fu—you keep hitting it!" you shouted, making sylus 'tsk' as he moved up and placed a hand over your mouth to silence you. smirking, he slowly moved his fingers into your hole, seeing your eyes twitch as he neared that certain spot.

stopping, he tapped on your g-spot, making you whimper as you gripped on the sheets beneath you. finding it amusing, he pressed onto it harshly, making you gasp as you folded your legs. your eyes were closed at the pleasure before sylus' eyes darkened and constantly pressed on it as if it were a remote control's "return" button.

you had no choice but to let out muffled moans, your own cock twitching on your stomach a bit leaked pre-cum. "sylus, no...stop. it feels so good, it's bad," you stated, holding out a shaky hand to remove his finger but it was no use. you barely had any strength left because of the constant abuse on your prostate.

tears left your eyes as whimpers and ragged breaths exited your mouth, altough muffled. "i can't stop, kitten. if i do, wouldn't that be hard for you to take my big cock? now be a good boy and behave," sylus stated as he removed his fingers from your g-spot and began to properly stretch your ass out. "besides, aren't you the one who's pushing their own ass onto my fingers? what a pervert."

"th-then, please hurry up," your big doe eyes looked up at him with plea, the face you had on only making it hard for him to stop. it was always how you looked naturally cute with whatever you do that he would find his own pants get tighter, so having to see it so close is such a great experience.

sylus let out a deep chuckle leaving you feeling confused as he stopped his fingers from ever reaching the depths of your hole. "seriously..." he muttered, slowly pulling out his fingers that got him small whimpers from you, the noise going straight to his cock feeling it twitch in his underwear.

"whatever happens tonight," sylus rasped out, moving closer to you to give you a small shiver as he whispered into your ears. "it'll all be your fault, kitten," you felt yourself losing all the strength you had left in you, an unconscious moan moving past your lips. somehow, the way he calls you kitten just sent something inside you to tingle.

"you don't know how much i've waited to do this to you, m/n. hearing you moan my name in your sleep the last time you came over, i just couldn't wait any longer."

upon his revelation, you felt your cheeks get warm due to the embarrasment. "it wasn't intentional, sylus. I was having a dream...a wet dream that you were fucking my ass nonstop until my legs were nothing but weak," you explained, sighing as the taller male trailed his right hand from your legs towards your chest, his touches making you shiver. "sylus."

"quiet."

you heard how his' breath became raspy as he suddenly began to grind his hard-on onto your exposed cock. "oh my god...sylus," you moaned out, and before you could even comprehend things, he pulled back and dragged you with him, catching you by surprise.

smirking, sylus held you up with ease before you've found yourself on all fours. you were just about to go back up but his sudden weight on your back had you struggling. "kitten, don't fight it."

it's that nickname again. you thought. "b-but this position looks so odd. will—AH!"

a sudden scream erupted from your throat as you felt the tip of sylus' cock suddenly enter your hole unannounced. knowing that he needed to shut you up, he placed his left hand over your mouth as he neared his lips towards your left ear. "as much as i love to hear the noises you make, the walls here are thin."

you could only nod as you tried to adjust his bulbous cockhead. "you're so big, sy. i can feel it stretch me out fully," you stated, although whispered and muffled through the other male's hand.

feeling successful, sylus could only smirk as he felt his chest swell with pride at the thought of the mess he will make of you. he was the sweetest person you could ever meet in your whole entire life. kind and caring, but once you resort into submission, especially to him, there is no way the male would miss out the opportunity to take advantage of it and completely show you his dominance. "that's good to hear, kitten," sylus whispers again into your ears, sending shivers down your spine, feeling your own member twitch at the action.

sylus, then starts littering kisses onto your neck, leaving love bites in the process to show others that you are his prized possession. a silent moan leaves your lips at the contact of his plump lips on your skin. truth be told, just as much as sylus, you have waited for this time to arrive.

before, it was all just happening in your head, but now, you're literally about to get dicked down by the one and only sylus who, for a fact, is your boyfriend, lover, and partner.

you knew that on your first day at sylus' condo that those secret glances and tantalizing stares during your visits were something. you knew that the few times he purposely showed you his thick bulge through his jagger pants without any underwear, his tip poking through the fabric meant something and not just 'to feel more comfortable' as he always would reason to you.

"i'll start pushing, m/n," sylus, in between his kisses, informed you to mentally prepare you for his thick rod, you gasping when he roughly pushed his cock in you as you turned to look back at him with a pained expression, the other male caressing your arms before pushing his cock in fully.

"gh!" you coughed, sylus stopping his movements as he grabbed you by the waist out of panic. "fuck..you're too huge, sylus."

the other male smirked before he gritted his teeth, covering your mouth with his right hand before pushing all of his length with a silent grunt. your eyes grew impossibly wide as a scream emitted from your mouth, not out of pain but not out of pleasure as well. somewhere in between.

this was your first time and you could feel every inch of his cock brush against your walls, his thick cock stretching your ass out which made you clench the sheets. sylus hummed at the tightness of your hole, tears trailing down your eyes as you hung your head low. "how does my cock feel, kitten?" sylus asked as he leaned closer to your ear.

a small whimper erupted from your lips as he slowly pulled out until the tip was the only thing inside you, making you clench around his cock needily, pushing your hips back as you looked back with teary eyes. "what..? s-sylus, please—"

all of a sudden, the older male thrusted his cock inside your hole in one go, making you yelp as you arched your back, satisfying sylus who could only chuckle darkly before he was thrusting slowly inside your hole. "shit, your ass feels so good, kitten. i'm finally able to do this. fuck."

small whimpers left your lips everytime sylus pulled out, then back in. wet, squelching sounds originated from your connected parts before he gave another powerful thrust, this time hitting your prostate head on.

"agh!" you screamed out. fortunately, sylus managed to muffle it with his hand. "s-sylus. oh my god...feels good."

"do you seriously want to wake everyone up? you pervert," he degraded, giving your ass a loud slap before he pulled his cock out and placed his hand on your throat to pull you back towards him, thrusting as soon as you two were now kneeling together.

sylus was fast enough to react by attacking your lips with a passionate kiss to silence your screams. you curled your toes in pleasure, eyes closed as you did nothing but choked out moans.

he swallowed every noise that emitted from your lips as your own cock twitched every time the other male subtly thrusted into your tight heat. you felt his tongue swipe along the bottom of your lips, making you open your mouth obediently. the silver-haired male sucked your tongue and swirled his own onto yours.

your lips moved in sync, sylus thrusting experimentally. once he heard a muffled whimper, he of his wits went out the window as he began to thrust into your hole at a normal pace, his hands trailing from your inner thighs, to your crotch, then up your stomach, landing on your chest. "sylus," you called out, your hands finding their way on his arm.

he hummed as he thrusted his cock into your hole at a pace you could bare, small whimpers and moans exiting your lips as your ass hit his hips, wet noises bouncing across the room. the other male could feel your whole body tremble and shake, deciding to fasten his pace with a low groan.

the fast pace has you biting your lip, throwing your head back as scratched your nails on his arms. that familiar coil in your stomach appeared again, pushing your hips back onto his to chase your own high.

"fuck, you gonna cum, kitten?" he asked, you nodding eagerly in response as he began to pound your hole mercilessly, making you moan out loudly. "you really want to wake them up, huh? want them to hear how much of a mess I've made of you? want them to hear how good i'm making you feel?"

not stopping his animalistic pace, sylus focused on giving you the pleasure that you deserve. all you could do was moan wantonly, body squirming as you felt your cock twitch, pre-cum "i'm...i'm gonna—ahhh! s-sylus!"

sylus began to nip at your neck, sucking every once in a while to leave purplish-pink hickeys that would surely be hard to hide even with make-up.

your own breath became ragged, his thrusts going even faster as he chased his own high, making you scream out in pure bliss every time the tip of his cock brushed against your prostate. "fuck, your hole feels so good. does my cock feel good, kitten? my cock makes you feel this good," he clarified before you felt his cock grow inside you, indicating that he was near his climax.

you clenched your hole against his cock, pushing your hips onto his to chase your own high before you let out one particular choked gasp, throwing your head back, eyes rolled back in pleasure as thick ropes of white squirted from your cock, falling onto the bed's white sheets. sylus continued to thrust inside your hole, finding his own release.

the pleasure made your whole body shake as you dug your nails onto the other male's strong arms. "fuck, fuck! i'm gonna cum!" he announced as he threw his head back, holding your waist tightly that it would surely leave bruises. "fuckfuckfuck! oh fuck, i'm cumming!"

you felt his cum paint your walls white, making you groan as you hold onto his biceps. he stayed in that position, cock buried deep inside you as he came a lot, some of it dripping down your hole. an idea popped inside his head. he continued to thrust inside your hole to fuck his cum into you, making you whimper at the overstimulation. "s-slow down, wait."

"i'm sorry, m/n."

"what part of 'no means no' did you not get, sylus?! i told you i had to pee!" you shouted at him, the other male chuckling before he neared you, bolster separating the two of you. "now i've wet the previous sheets. i have never ever wet the bed since i was 3."

he smiled, "i told you, that wasn't pee. well, kind of. i made you squirt," sylus clarified as he removed the bolster and hugged you. you glaring at him before turning your back on him. "please don't be mad at me. (fave food) tomorrow?"

you were just about to say something, but you sigheand looked back at him. "fine. but when i tell you 'no' next time, that means 'no' alright? or no sex for a year."

the thought made sylus widen his eyes before he pursed his lips then nodded, hugging you closer as you two went to sleep, unaware of a fully awake doctor who was now even more awake after what he just heard.

[motherofagony]

FIRE WALK - one shot

joel miller x f!reader

pairing: au, no outbreak!joel x f!reader rating: explicit, 18+, minors dni word count: 6.5k summary: a chance encounter at a motel has you crossing paths with a stranger in a blue t-shirt. content warnings + tags: age gap (we'll say 15-20 years), very brief references to past non-con encounters (not with joel, no details just shitty men in general), soft!joel, alcohol, mentions of family trauma and ab*se, unprotected piv, fingering, oral (f + m receiving), A Scene With a Belt™, slight mentions of reader's clothing but no physical descriptions otherwise, love as consumption and women as fruit a/n: this was a brain-worm of a one shot, so i had to press pause on AHFE and get it out. consider it a dirty love letter to strangers with stories in shitty motels. and i have to give the biggest thank-you to @iamskyereads for stepping in and offering to be my beta reader in the final hour. she was so unbelievably thorough and thoughtful and kind. i owe you big.

New-age boogeymen hang two-way mirrors and jiggle motel door handles with broken hangers.

That’s what the news says.

August licks an unforgiving line of heat up your back, and cutoff denim and halter tops do nothing but give the sun more skin to burn. 

It’s sweltering, brutal as an Arizona summer is, and The Palms Motel promises a pool and a mini bar on their dirty marquee. You’ll take what you can get, can’t really afford to be picky with fifty dollars in your pocket, but at least maybe you’ll live like royalty tonight.

Some guy you met — Tom, Tim, Jim, whoever — pulls his convertible up to the front office. Your knees knock together over the speed bump, cartilage kissing bone.

It’s the closest you’ve ever come close to a chauffeur, but the chauffeur you see in movies doesn’t usually take liberties with trying to work his grease-speckled mechanic hand up the passenger’s shirt.

You met him at a gas station in Tucson, thumbing your way from northern Texas to put as much distance between you and your whiskey-breathed dad as you could. He’d torn your clothes apart at the seams with his eyes when he spotted you in the parking lot, swimming in blood-infested waters with sharp, sharp teeth.

There was no plan, no directions penned and cities circled on a folded map, just glass in your hair and a final straw.

He asked if you could buy him some booze — revoked license, baby, y’know how that goes — and you shouldn’t have, but when he flashed a leather wallet thick with cash, you knew you’d be stupid not to.

You hid behind a shelf inside the gas station while he idled in the parking lot and plucked a fifty from the wad, stuffing it deep in your bag. You grabbed some shitty malt-something from a fridge along with a 6-pack, flashing the slack-jawed cashier a wink. 

He didn’t try to hide the eye contact with your tits, but neither do most men. Sometimes you milk it in your favor, sometimes it just makes your lunch rise to the back of your throat.

And when you’re by yourself, it’s hot iron, ready to strike. A doe in their headlights, a buck with a nice rack. Skipping through the center of their bullseye.

You bought a little palm-sized bottle for yourself and tucked it safely next to the stolen cash in the abyss of your purse. These tiny cons got you by, made power surge deep in your belly. It made loneliness feel worth it, knowing you had an upper hand to lean on if you were ever in a bind.

He bitched about inflation when you came out with less than was reasonable for the amount you spent, and you just shrugged. Not your cash, not your problem. 

You bartered for a ride to the nearest motel, and now Tom-Tim-Jim is asking you over the purr of the engine if you need company for the night.

If you were feeling a little more you, you might’ve taken him up on it. Maybe he would’ve even paid for the room, maybe he wouldn’t get angry like your dad does. Maybe he’d be able to fuck you without hitting you.

You’re good at diffusing the temper in most men, can touch them in ways that make them grit their teeth, can be a good girl and go fetch.

But you’re not in the mood to bend, to give someone’s son — someone’s husband with a tan line around their ring finger — a place to wipe their shoes on. You don’t feel like wiping their dirt, your mascara from your eyes and saying thank you while they zip up their pants.

And you sure as fuck don’t fancy being on a milk carton.

“I’m alright, sugar. Thanks for the ride,” you say, dipping your chin to peer over your sunglasses. “I know where to find you, don’t worry.”

Yeah fuckin’ right.

He doesn’t try to conceal his disappointment, just sucks his teeth and squeezes at the exposed skin of your thigh. His way of saying goodbye to something he could’ve dripped sweat on, came in too early. You think your flesh might rot off in chunks. 

You open the door and swing your legs out in a way that’s a little too eager.

Tom-Tim-Jim waves solemnly with two fingers up and two bent, and then he’s gone in an aggressive rev.

The motel might’ve been a kitschy dream in its heyday. It’s not a total dump; more of a vintage skeleton of washed-out pink and umbrellas that’ve been ripped by weather and overuse. There are a million faded emblems of cartoonish palm trees. It’s almost endearing how tragic it is.

You can tell that it was popular and swarming with tourists at one time — there are dusty, water-stained pamphlets lining the wall next to the front desk that brag Named one of Arizona’s top destinations in 1996!

A mounted fan whirs and oscillates, but it might as well be someone blowing hot breath down your neck. 

There’s a tired woman holding down the fort at the desk with a name tag that claims Brenda, and she looks surprised to see you. You figure most customers are stopping in for a night’s rest on the way to somewhere more important, their final destination. But you don’t look like you have anywhere better to be.

“Hey, honey,” Brenda trickles, laced with an accent that’s more New Orleans than Arizona. “Need a room?”

“Yeah, just for the night,” you say, fishing out your wallet with confidence that doesn’t meet your eyes. “How much?”

“Forty-five a night, ‘less you wanna upgrade to the honeymoon suite.” She looks somewhere over your shoulder.

That’s nearly everything you have, but it sounds a lot like tomorrow’s problem. At least you’ll be safe tonight from the prowling stares of nighttime predators, and the leftover change will give you a decent vending machine dinner.

“Just a normal room’s fine,” you smile, sliding over the crumpled, stolen fifty.

Brenda types busily on the keyboard, asking for your name but nothing else. And when she hands you a plastic keycard, you finally relax your shoulders. Untangle the nerves in your lower back that are choking one another.

Room 17, it reads. Your oasis awaits!

You thank her, spin on your heel, and immediately bump chest to chest with something hard.

You’re eye level with a worn, cornflower blue t-shirt, ringed with a light stain of sweat at the collar. They’re grasping both of your arms to steady you, and you’re snagging the gaze of a tousled man with a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Watch where you’re goin’,” he murmurs, but it isn’t reprimanding or mean like you’re used to, just sickly sweet and Texan. Syrupy in a way that drips right down between your legs.

You don’t remember seeing anyone else in the lot when you’d pulled up. And the stealth of him entering soundlessly behind you sends a jolt of electricity up your spine, the clench of something that would be fear if it were any other stranger.

But he doesn’t look at you with intent to devour or to claim. Just eyes you like you’re anyone else. An equal. The bare minimum, but rare and shiny nonetheless.

“Sorry,” you breathe, and he’s releasing you a little too quickly for your liking. Leaving brands on the creases of where your forearms meet upper and elbow.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

So you don’t.

You brush past him on the way out, a polite nod. And that’s that. 

The heat is the kind that feels hotter, unbearable when paired with the shrill sing of cicadas. An endless buzzing that you think might be the sun sizzling on the concrete. If you stood in one place for too long, your flip flops might very well melt you in place.

Your room key clicks to unlock Room 17, and you push the door open to a heavy, humid space that smells vaguely of mold. You’re so grateful for the privacy that you can’t even bring yourself to wrinkle your nose.

Flip flops discarded, your toes sink into shag carpet — a dirty luxury that makes you moan. It’s only been two days since you left home, fled home, but it beats sleeping with one eye open on a bus stop bench.

You up-end your leather bag, dumping all of its contents onto the bed. Cigarettes, some loose film canisters, your toothbrush, a lighter. There wasn’t much time to pack, nothing worth bringing, and the less, the better. Nothing to weigh you down if you had to dip at a moment’s notice.

It takes you only a couple minutes and a light sheen of sweat to realize that the A/C is busted. Smothered, you try to crack open a window in the bathroom, but it’s no cooler than the hell you’re standing in.

When you let Brenda know, she just shrugs with an apologetic kind of half-smile.

“Most of ‘em are out these days, honey,” she says, and you decide then that it’s a small price to pay. “We got someone comin’ to look at it next week.”

You shoot her a smile, figure that she’s had enough rotten backtalk in her day. You scoop a set of flamingo-themed matches from the bowl on the counter and turn around, only to see a familiar blue shirt waiting his turn.

His eyes try not to roam, but he’s giving you a nod and stepping up without hesitation, asking Brenda for extra towels.

The way that she titters and blushes, you’d think he’d asked if he could spit in her mouth.

It irritates you, and you can’t say why.

The door chimes behind you as it closes, and you linger, striking a match and lighting a cigarette. When he emerges, a stack of towels so high it’s hitting his chin, you step in stride on the walk back. Tracing his footsteps, catching up with his shadow.

“You followin’ me?” you quip, a cigarette dangling from your mouth. The cherry ignites on every breath, smoke erupting in tendrils that hug each word.

He answers with a laugh, turns and squints back at you with one eye. Almost as if he was expecting you to ask.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, sweetheart? Could say the same to you.”

You stop in front of 17, hand over your brow to shield from the sun that’s winding its way down, getting ready to tuck itself in for the night. There’s nothing that touches your tongue that doesn’t sound exactly like a fuck yes. So you don’t say anything.

“Enjoy your sauna,” he chuckles over his shoulder, passing you with his towels on the way to Room 20.

—

Led Zeppelin filters out through the radio, half-static, half-electric. Your legs are crossed in the air behind you, and you’re posted up face down on the bed, kicking along to the beat while you flip through whatever Cosmopolitan someone left behind in a drawer.

Someone raps a few times on the door, and if it’s a repairman, they’re getting their fucking dick sucked.

You army-roll off the flowery duvet, abandoning a how-to on finding your g-spot, and you peer through the peephole.

Your breath hitches on a soft swear.

When you open the door, you see Blue T-Shirt standing there, skin creasing around his eyes slyly. An unopened beer hangs and swings from his restless fingers. He offers it up wordlessly, the butt of it pointed at you.

It’s ice-cold and slippery to the touch, erupting goosebumps on your forearm. Saliva coats your tongue, and you don’t think it’s the thirst for alcohol, but maybe the tall drink of water. 

“Um… thanks?”

“Figured you’d either be dead by now or parched,” he says smugly, and it’s velvet to your ears.

“Oh. Yeah, thanks. I got the fan to work at least,” you mutter, jerking your thumb vaguely behind you.

“Listen, uh —”

He’s rubbing the nape of his neck, and you catch the way the network of muscles flex from his elbow to the seam of his armpit. He looks like he’s in pain, struggling with the fit of a puzzle piece into something rough and jagged.

Something he shouldn’t be trying but has to see it through, exhaust it until it’s definite one way or the other.

You just squint, sucking in the corner of your lip between your teeth. You nearly grin, but it’s much more fun to watch than to connect the dots for him.

“A/C works in my room, so ‘f you wanted to… y’know,” he trails off, not even sure in his own offer. “No pressure. It’s hot as hell outside, don’t want you t’get heat stroke ‘f I can help it.”

This kind of approval you like. This kind that sizzles girl-honey between your legs, winning it from a man that’s playing to earn, not to cheat.

“I try not to make a habit out of going into motel rooms of guys I don’t know the names of,” you harp sweetly. But it might as well be a done-deal.

“D’you make a habit outta accepting beers from ‘em?”

You smile. Typically, yes.

“Joel.”

His hand shoots out, strong and suggestive. Fingers like alligator teeth that’ll grip you, hold you under until you thrash. 

And you pluck your cigarettes and gifted liquor bottle from the bed, arms full when you carry them down to Joel’s room.

—

You’re sprawled on the full-size bed next to his, head propped up on hand propped up on elbow.

You’ve been trading your little fist of bourbon back and forth, swapping stories in the same way. Somehow, you fall into it easy like old friends, and it’s nice to follow someone’s lead instead of keeping one step, three, seven steps ahead. Arm outstretched to the door knob, feet ready to break into a run at the change in tone, blackening of pupils.

Without meaning to, you’ve wordlessly agreed that the person in possession of the bottle has the proverbial mic, and they swig to help with details and theatrics. It’s counter-productive in flow, but it makes you laugh when Joel exaggerates the story he’s telling on purpose, reaching out to pass it back and suddenly yanking it back, remembering a shade of gray or a funny expression.

Your knuckles keep zapping each other, brushing a little longer than the time before. There’s no numbness to consensual touch.

Joel’s mid-40s. From Texas, like you. He came to visit his daughter Sarah at college, says she’s growin’ up too fast, doesn’t need her old man anymore. It’s a thrill to see someone talk about their own flesh with love, admiration for who she is and who she’s becoming. You find yourself leaning in, enraptured that there are no IOUs or fine-print that you know to come with a parent’s love.

Mentions of his stubborn brother Tommy who he works with and who just can’t stop getting into trouble. The unspoken guilt that maybe he could be the one to keep him out of jail if he tried harder. It doesn’t work that way, and you tell him so.

You tell him about your dad when he asks about your life, your story, and you don’t know why you do but maybe you know exactly why. No one ever gets close enough to ask, so it comes leaking out of the corners of your mouth.  

You’ve never told anyone, not even your diary, not even the guidance counselor who slipped a note to your fifth grade teacher and pulled you out of class. Shaky fingers, shaky limbs when they asked if they could roll up your sleeves just to see and you said no. 

Crying because you knew your dad wouldn’t let you go back. Not to school, not to your friends.

You omit the nitty-gritty details, but Joel gets the gist. Swigs his share of the liquor a little too angrily with tight lips. Not like your dad does, but you don’t miss the irony of it all.

He holds anger for you, on behalf of you. It simmers as he listens to you in patient silence, coming to a boil at the bad parts when he gets up and starts walking lines in the shitty carpet. Pretending to look outside in interest at his truck parked at the end of the lot, but gripping the curtains until you can see every expanse of bone in his hand.

You don’t need this from him. It’s a hurt you’ve wedged between the pages of a book and doused in flames of acceptance long ago. But it spreads from your toes to your ears, the burn of someone feeling like this. For someone like you.

He finally settles down in an armchair by the window, a funny corduroy thing that would probably light up under a blacklight on one of those crime shows. Legs parted, a warm stare on the way you take up space on the bed. Facing him comfortably, your vision buzzing around the edges. A loose smile shared as if this room was meant for the two of you all along.

“So, what’s your plan?” Joel’s humming, his words getting lost in an echo of the bottle neck.

You don’t have one. Can’t have one when you have nowhere to go but gone.

It stretches on and on between you — a mouth opened and closed too many times on possibilities. If you admit to it, you end up with pity or an upper hand dealt to a stranger. You can’t afford to owe anyone a favor, nor can you front the cost of needing one.

But you’re so tired.

“Dunno. I’ll figure it out.”

“You got enough time for that?”

And you know what he means. Enough time in the motel, enough time before you’re a thief at wit’s end, doing anything for survival. He doesn’t need to ask to know you don’t have a destination, some relative waiting for you in a California dream.

You’ve excused yourself to the bathroom, soft radio bleeding in under the door, arms braced on the sink, all glossy eyes.

You want him, bad. But he won’t make the first move, won’t take advantage of what isn’t his and what others before him took without asking. You’re a pawn, entitled to the first move. The rejection would kill you, but not knowing would be worse.

He could hold you soft, give you something to think about when tomorrow rips you both in opposite directions.

When you pull open the door, Joel’s frozen in mid-stride towards you, like he’s just made up his mind about something.

He straightens but he’s still. Afraid of moving too fast, saying too much, scaring you into flight. Out of the unlocked cage of his room — something he did on purpose, because he doesn’t expect anything from you and wants you to know he doesn’t.

You meet him in his dusty shag quicksand. You take his wrist in your hand, kiss the thrum of life in the dip where veins meet palm. An offering.

Joel looks like he’s in pain, like what you’re doing is excruciating and thorny. The front of his jeans strains. He’s searching you for any hesitation, any obligation because he did something kind. He knows what currency you feel the need to pay in, and this isn’t that.

“Please,” you whisper simply. And he nods, accepting, succumbing.

There’s a careful meeting of lips, wanting to do it the right way, in the right order. When you push your tongue in, used to the pace of animals, he just holds your face and slows you down. It’s languid, his mouth showing you what sweet and gentle can taste like. Your tongues take their time, and your hands slip beneath the hem of his shirt, all ribbed muscle with a sprinkling of hair.

He shudders against the lightness of your feather-fingers.

Joel’s hands are peeling your shirt off, his thumbs resting to press against pillowy hips. He’s not letting your lips go, something like impatience stirring in you. 

Doesn’t he want to fuck you hard? Fuck you fast and selfish?

Isn’t there a catch?

He’s taking his shirt off now, up and over. Carved by Michaelangelo, thrown up on a ceiling in a library book you read once. You’re touching him in reverence, but not letting yourself learn too much of him.

His eyes are molten. Joel walks you back to the edge of the bed, scratchy quilt tickling your thighs when you fall back on it. You start to pose yourself, angles that make you look more desirable, pliable. But he’s not paying attention to that, just unbuttoning your shorts, kissing the jut of every curve and permeating down to the bone, punching out a soft groan when he slides the denim off and sees the shining ambrosia that’s waiting.

He’s kneeling, tugging you down to meet his waiting mouth. And you’re just breathless, flinching when he pulls you apart, guiding your legs over his shoulders and wasting no time devouring you. Your legs, his bib.

Joel’s tongue flicks through the shell of you, teasing you in alternates of quick and slow, starving and full. It feels like a slice of heaven. 

You pitch out a tangled gasp, hands instinctively moving to knot in his hair. Anything to hold onto, a different kind of grounding.

“So wet f’me,” he vibrates lowly into you, all husk. “Taste so fuckin’ sweet.”

He sinks a middle finger into you, and you’re keening, hips canting and unable to stay glued to the mattress. You feel him smile against your cunt, just pressing his forearm across your lower half to keep you still.

Joel’s twisting and working into you, onto you, and you’re so fucking close from just this — a tiptoeing to the edge that grows longer, more erratic in stride. He sucks your clit — pulsing sensitive, so swollen — into his mouth and grazes it with the tip of his tongue just so. Baring his incisors and closing around you in a delicious scrape like a Venus flytrap taking its meal.

You think you see God behind the flutter of your eyes.

You’re close enough to warn him, to rasp it out in the symphony of moans. His free hand reaches up to roll your peaked nipple between his forefinger and thumb, and he stretches you with an added ring finger. You’re writhing. Possessed.

He’s watching you through thick lashes. Letting your heels dig into his shoulders as the drenched sounds of you fill the room.

“Joel, please — I’m gonna —”

“C’mon, pretty girl,” he just murmurs.

You feel that little pull at your navel.

And you’re tipping in a freefall, seeing stars. You clench down around his fingers, fingers that are still pumping against that spongy spot deep inside you. Your arousal gushes, wet and sticky against the scrape of his beard. He laps you up, the sight making heat creep up your chest and wrap around your neck.

When he lifts his head, he’s high on it. Pupils dilated like tiny, round moons. Your orgasm glistens on him, smeared over lips and chin. The fur of a peach peeled back far enough to sink teeth into.

It’s fucking filthy.

Joel places open-mouthed kisses from your hip up to the center of your breasts, a trail of your orgasm shiny on your skin in perfect, sloppy Os. His breath meets your throat where he nips at you, and you don’t have time to drag in a breath before you’re tasting the saltiness of yourself on his tongue.

Your fingers fumble on his belt, practiced with years of releasing the tension on the metal prongs, the slithering sound whooshing from the loops of pants. You’re good at it, like you used to be good at gymnastics until your mom stopped getting out of bed to drive you. 

There was always a little gold for contorting your body.

He detaches from you unwillingly, putting all of his weight on his knees and shins as he straddles the space of your thighs.

You’re pulling yourself up in a sitting position, pushing denim and boxers down past his hips. Letting his cock spring free, the head a dark pink and beaded with precum. You swipe the flat of your tongue against it, peeking up at him while you soak up the taste of it. 

When you push the length of him into your mouth, ridged hard with veins, Joel tips his head back, chin to the ceiling. He groans something brutish yet helpless, cradling the back of your head. You’re seated in the driver’s seat, all control. 

It’s new, different.

But then he’s moving his hips back, pulling himself from your mouth, wiping the saliva from your chin with a steady thumb.

“Don’t need t’do that,” Joel whispers hoarsely. “Not ‘f you don’t want to.”

Confused, you knit your brows. He laughs darkly, shaking his head.

“Didn’t mean it like that, it’s — it feels fuckin’ good,” he says, awestruck. “Would just rather make you feel good instead.”

Oh.

He doesn’t wait for an answer or a negotiation. The rest of his clothes pool on the floor in a pile, and he’s climbing back over you, an anchor or a buoy in a storm.

He lines himself up at the seam of you, puffy and so wet from before, nudging the tip of his cock at your warm center. A thumb coaxing the bud at the apex of you in lazy circles.

Joel’s sliding in slowly by each inch, filling you full until there’s nothing left and his patch of hair prickles the pearl of your clit. All you can do is whine and tense around him.

He’s resting tentative hands on either side of your face, indenting the weak mattress with handprints. He groans, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t give in when you try to rock against him.

“This alright?”

You’ve forgotten how to do anything, hoping that digging your fingertips into his forearms is communication enough.

“I’m gonna need a yes, baby.”

You feel around in the dark for the tether back to your body, and it jerks you like a marionette, giving him a nod.

“Yes. Fuck.”

That’s enough. He’s rewarding you with a roll of his hips, and you feel like you’re on fire. It’s a stuttering, painfully slow pace at first, his mouth so close to your ear that every grunt is amplified. But it evolves into something eager, unsatiated, snapping up into you with a relentless sort of fucking.

He’s hitting that place so deep within you, letting you unravel and grow hoarse from the moans tearing their way up your throat. That pressure is roiling, the kind that you get only when you touch yourself but intensified by a million.

It just feels so right, because there’s nothing to prove. 

You’re ships passing in the night, strangers making a pit-stop on the way to nowhere. There’s no backstory, no history to make mention of. No shame in the morning when he inevitably rolls over and pretends to be asleep, and you scrub off the smell of him with your provided travel-size shampoo.

It’s not love, but it might be the closest you ever get.

The glow of him above you, a deity with his face screwed in agony. Chasing after you when he feels the tightening of your cunt, the easy glide of every thrust that tells him you’re close.

Then, you’re snapping like a rubber band. Gushing in a dripping mess that trickles to where your ass meets thigh. Crying without tears, overstimulated but blissful. Joel is quick to follow, like he’s been waiting his turn.

He’s trembling, emptying inside you in a warm flood. Groaning low and beautiful, gripping your hips to keep you flush to him.

When pulls out, tearing himself away, he’s slinging an arm over his eyes on the pillow beside yours. One hand on your leg to make sure you don’t go anywhere.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” you hear him mutter.

At some point you drift off, his arm draped over you. You open a bleary eye to a neon 2:49AM that casts a halo over the nightstand. Joel’s tucked you in, the thin duvet snug up to your shoulder. He’s not snoring but not not snoring, just breath getting caught in his throat in a satisfied, well-spent way.

It’s all too much, too pure to be real.

Before you let yourself change your mind, you slink out from under the warmth of your generous stranger. You step in your shorts one foot at a time, tugging them up gelatin legs too springy from coiling and uncoiling.

You promise yourself that you’ll take just one mental picture as a keepsake, and it’s this. A sleepy Joel who will be well on his way to a second cup of coffee on the way out of Arizona, maybe even nursing a little headache behind his right eye. And he’ll remember an apparition of some girl he fucked in a motel. The touristy thing to do, a sight to see. 

He might even tell Tommy, say you were a crazy little thing with too much baggage, but it was fun to stay up past his bedtime.

You don’t mean to do it, really you don’t, but you flip through his wallet that lays innocently on top of the TV.

If you take a little something, that’ll turn this into another one of your stories that you tell your kids born from a loveless marriage somewhere in the crevices of a future from now. It won’t pull on the tendons of your heart.

And it won’t mean anything. You won’t let it.

—

The next morning, there’s a soft knock at the door, and it’s probably housekeeping kicking you out for overstaying your welcome. Time to turn down the bed for the next lost soul. You imagine Joel’s long gone, hopped in his truck and back to a reality you’ll never meet him in.

Your fingers are slow to gather up your purse, and you’re shoving your toothbrush in from its place on the sink.

“I’ll be out in a second!” you yell in a voice that reeks of years of diner-flavored customer service.

More persistent knocking that borders on pounding. It shakes the chain in the deadbolt.

You’re yanking open the door, and there’s Joel, white shirt and jeans. And it isn’t that cushion of admiration from last night, no greeting with a chaste kiss on the cheek.

Just a wolf coming to claim his continental breakfast.

Fuck.

You try to shut the door, suddenly too ashamed of what you’ve done, and to someone undeserving. Someone that showed you kindness, empathy.

But his boot catches the door before it can close, and he’s inside, slicing through the space between you. It’s not quite anger, but it’s shadowy. Sardonic.

Your shoulder blades kiss the cheap wallpaper.

“You’re real funny, y’know that?” he starts, and he’s smiling but not really.

Shrinking small, so small that maybe you’ll disappear.

There’s a tick of silence. His thumb skates to your collarbone and then to the hollow at the base of your throat. He wants to squeeze but he doesn’t, his fingers wrapping loosely around the column to fix you there. Heat creeps up the back of your neck into your hairline.

The instinct to flinch bubbles up against your joints, but you can’t bring yourself to.

“Y’think you can fuck me,” he muses, disgustingly deadpan, “‘n steal from me.”

Dread weighs heavy like lead in your stomach. You can’t stop yourself from shaking your head, still playing dumb.

He bristles at that, thunderous. You both know it’s a lie; you’re a hundred dollars richer than you were last night. His fingers briefly flex around you in a way that you’ve seen before, and horror hits a fever pitch in you.

Tears prick your eyes, and you’re putting your palms on his chest and shoving, but he doesn’t give. Unstoppable force meets immovable object, and all that.

It’s not so much the blaring punctuation in a sentence, the ticking of dynamite ready to blow. He’s confronting you with proximity, with your own dishonesty. Wanting to shake you and tell you that it doesn’t have to be this way.

Joel just leans in closer, almost grazing noses. You try to breathe around the lump of panic.

“The hell’s the matter with you?”

It’s disbelief, it’s hurt. In the same way, it’s understanding, incredulous. It’s him stepping back and loosening the hold around your neck like no one’s ever done; it’s softening and imploring.

He’s shoving his hands in his pockets, guilty and recoiling. Sorry he could even make himself look like one of them — a forced penance in the flesh.

There’s no answer that can justify what you did. Nothing simple about nothing personal. But truly… that’s all it was. A pie wafting steam on an open windowsill. Something to make you feel better about the void he’d leave.

“‘F you needed money, you coulda just asked.” 

He’s disappointed, desperate. In a tone that really says, I would’ve done anything you wanted.

A dam inside you gives, crumbling deep at the foundation and knocking the walls down around you. Words don’t come, but you shove your hand in blind into your bag, pulling out the loose bill and extending it.

Joel sees the regretful offering and your heart with x-ray vision. That you think of yourself as a doll, less valuable without her box. Used without tags. Free to a good home.

He shakes his head, the softness of a keep it barely peeking out of his mouth.

You’re skinning yourself raw, wanting another way out but having none. With half a mind to say that the next night could come with fangs.

You feel the stab of relief, and shame. So much shame.

Like a soothsayer, he foresees the coldness of a bench, the shrinking of you into the safety of an alley.

You drop to your knees in exaltation, thinking you know what’ll fix this. You can’t see through the watercolor blur of your tears, but you touch his belt with fingers that are cold to the tips.

But Joel knows what you’re doing, shaking his head no no no.

He won’t let you do it like this. He drags you up gently by the elbows. Pulls you into his chest, says stop stop stop. Kisses your hair, then your lips. You cry until he can taste the tears, until the front of his shirt is damp.

“I’m sorry,” you rasp out roughly. “I’m so sorry.”

He tells you to never say sorry to him again.

—

Joel pays for a room for two more nights, but only one — his with the working A/C.

You move your toothbrush and your bag over to Room 20.

You go to the pool, swimming laps around him in a tank top and your cherry-embroidered underwear, squealing and splashing in a flail when he swims underneath your legs and stands up to hold you on his tan shoulders.

Sunscreen streaks greasy on your stomach when you lay out together on the loungers after. Joel likes a cat-nap with his face under a towel, grumpy and tired from the sun. But he never snaps at you, never gets impatient when you ask too many questions while he’s dozing off.

You learn the pinched expression he makes just before he comes. That his right palm has hundreds of lines you can see best by lamplight. He misses the noise of Sarah in his house, of sharing the coffee pot with someone. He doesn’t like the small piling of toast crumbs left only by him on the kitchen table.

He learns that you apologize for wet, clean hair on his pillowcase, for laughing too loud. Things that don’t need a sorry. A collection of oversaturated manners that might take time to unlearn, but he promises to teach you.

He learns that you approach an orgasm with tentative toes in cold water, almost unbelieving that sex can give, give, give instead of take, take, take. He learns that you like the meeting of eyes when he’s buried between your legs, pushing your thighs apart to keep from suffocating. That when he does let you get on your knees for him, you know just the spot to caress with your tongue on the underside of his cock.

Joel’s belt is snaked under your stomach, across your hips, fists intertwined in the leather as he pulls you back, slams himself forward. It bites and creates indents in your flesh, and you don’t care. He gives you marks to love, to admire in your reflection, never ones that are ugly. Never ones out of hate over spilled milk.

There’s a dirty slap of skin, growing louder, competing with your moans. Your nails are tearing into the cheap sheets, and Joel’s so close but won’t come until he coaxes another out of you. A grand total of at least four by now, but you’ve lost count.

At long last, you splinter around him. Pitching off the cliff in a cry. Joel’s leaning — his chest, your back — and spilling deep, holding onto you for dear life. You hear him whimper in a strangle. Big, tough game that’s been taken down with an arrow in his chest.

Hot tears are flowing out of you, stuttering sobs close to follow, and Joel pulls out slowly. Seems to know why. And he rolls you over, into him, hand careful in slow strokes against your hair.  

You’ve never been good at goodbyes. Maybe that’s what this is.

Men like to say that women like you are insane, too analytical, too tear-streaked, too conscious of the way they look when they sleep. Because waking up with your mouth open, a drying corner of drool threatening your cheek is too human, not pretty.

Sometimes women like you are dead, rotting pomegranate flesh. Long forgotten in decay on the ground when the weight became too heavy to hold yourself up. And those men pick up your seeds and shove them squelching back into places where they don’t fit. 

The winters come bitter and harsh, but you’re always reborn in the spring. And without fail, you grow back fiercely into a tree reminiscent of Eden, low-hanging apples plucked and bruised and bitten into once and spit out in tart disgust. 

Women like you choke men like this with your pits, strangle them with vines, poison them with berries. They can consume, but so can you.

But then, in the ripe, cool shade of summer, you’ll have a visitor like Joel that will come with a basket and a blanket and they’ll stay and read books beneath you. They’ll enjoy your fruit, you’ll drip from their mouth and dry tacky like flypaper, and they won’t be able to imagine a day before you. 

They’ll collect all the pieces of you on a Tuesday morning and give you change to get a Coke after checkout. They’ll tuck you into the front seat of their truck, let you put your feet up on the dash, hand protective and calm on your thigh while the other steers you both back to Texas. A new home without shouting and bottles thrown.

And they’ll stay through every season.

[littleplantfreak]

Happy 100 followers!! For the request event, can I request the prompt "Bringing their bento to them at work when they forgot it at home?" As for the characters, I'll make that a dealer's choice! Pick between any 4-5 characters you like!

Hi foxx!!!! I kinda mixed it up a bit so they didn't sound to repetitive, but I hope you like them :D

I chose Sako, Hiragi, Suo, and Choji since I don't give them enough love.

Sako Kota

"Fujiwara, I need at least a draft of the contract by 2:00PM today or we'll have to cancel the meeting at 4:00PM." Sako sighs, his arms crossed as he looks at the paralegal, pushing down his irritation enough that he won't snap, although Sako's icy expression is more than enough to send the other man on his way in a frantic attempt to correct his mistake.

Sitting down at his desk, he checks the clock and sees it's about lunchtime. It gives the paralegal time to get the appropriate documents together, and he would never fess up to it, but he does tend to get prickly if he hasn't eaten in a while. He never fails to perk up when you make him food, and today is no different. You both usually make your lunches together, but work ran late for him yesterday, and he never got the chance. The guilt he felt was quickly wiped away when he came home to your sleepy face waiting up for him on the couch.

"Welcome home," You'd said sweetly before shuffling towards him in your slippers and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I already made us lunch, so don't worry about it and come cuddle with me, please?" The way you helped him with his coat and tugged the wrist of his shirt, leading him to your bedroom, had his shoulders relaxing and the stress bleeding out of him slow but steady. He didn't even think to check the fridge the morning after, having slept past his first alarm due to his fatigue.

Which leaves him here now, sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, wondering if he's got enough time to order from one of the food places on his block and get back in time to read what will hopefully be a wonderful contract that he has to do very little editing on.

His text tone goes off, the little chime specifically chosen by you when you two first started dating.

[Look out your window, please owo)/*!]

A quick spin of his office chair has him looking down at you from the second floor. Not even bothering with his phone, he's walking down to meet you. Before he can even open his mouth, you blurt out something first.  

"I didn't wanna bother you, but I realized I forgot to put it on the counter this morning," A bashful smile playing on your lips, as you try to collect yourself a bit. Sako's oncoming headache that was building up suddenly stopped like a TV being flipped off by a remote. The bento wrapped neatly in your outstretched hand felt more like treasure than lunch as he takes on the weight of it, two of his fingers slipping through the tied fabric before he settles his other hand under it for stability.  

"It's not a bother; you know you can come visit whenever you want." He says, but seeing your eyebrows knit together, he's sure you're still worried about it. He places a swift kiss right where the wrinkle's formed, and he brushes it smooth with a soft swipe of his thumb before stepping back a bit, cheeks starting to heat a bit. "If you have time...we can share it in my office before lunch ends?" He says, though the end sounds more question than statement.

"I'd like that a lot," you laugh, showing him your matching box, nestled in your backpack. He doesn't spare a glance at Fujiwara, but as he walks by with you, he tells him to take his time with the draft and go for lunch. His own is going to be a little longer today.

Hiragi Toma

The hours the boxing gym Hiragi owns are later than normal. He likes being able to run his errands in the morning, and then get to the gym by 11:00 where someone will always be waiting to come in regardless of the weather. Unlocking the door, he's greeted with the sight of his lunch on the counter, and he wonders briefly if he forgot to bring it home yesterday to be cleaned, settling the keys on the ring behind his desk and walking over to it.

"Did you miss me?" You ask, poking your fingers in each side of his waist, laughing as he jerks away with a jesus christ and a groan. His arms crossed around his torso, still hiding where you've stabbed at him just in case you try for a second attack. His eyes full of betrayal at you have you gasping for breath. He forgot he gave you the spare key in case he ever needed you to open for him, which he guesses is his own fault for not considering you might use it for evil.

"You're a menace," He's grumbling, straightening up to full height.

"Yeah, but you love this menace," Your voice singsongs before adding, "this menace also brought the bento you forgot this morning, so don't you think I deserve a reward?" The cheshire grin on your face has him shuddering at what you might want your reward to be.

He's heaving out a sigh, and before he knows it, "What do you want?" comes out a bit harsher than he meant it to.

"Rude way to ask, but Ume and his girlfriend are planning a camping trip..." You trail off, already batting your lashes at him, knowing he's getting the best angle for your puppy dog eyes, though he's pretty much used to them by now. You can see the gears shifting as he thinks while he cups the back of your head and just...takes you in. Either the eyes worked wonders or he's feeling needy today, because you usually only get those eyes when you're at home.

"'s been a while since we've taken a trip, huh?" He asks, smoothing your hair down, waiting on your answer.

"Yeah...I guess it has." You say, seriously now that you're matching his energy. The last trip you both took together was months ago; both of you just got busier with work, and never planned another one. Hiragi thinks it's about time to rectify that.

"I heard one of our bands is playing in the town over next month. I'll grab tickets for it later, and," He pauses for a second to hang his head, "you can tell Umemiya's girlfriend we'll go on the camping trip too." The look lighting up on your face has him almost feeling okay, though the thought of spending a trip with Ume has his stomach tying little knots.

"Oh my god I love you so much! Enjoy your lunch. I'd eat with you, but I've got a camping brunch to attend." Tiptoeing up to kiss him proves quite easy when he's actually leaning down for you instead of teasing and saying you've gotta work harder for it. The way his hand grabs at your hip, thumb digging in slightly, tells you how appreciative he'll be for you bringing him food later tonight.

Parting from you takes more willpower than he'd thought, but he catches the mailman coming through the door in his peripheral and knows he'll only stand there gawking if Hiragi doesn't grab the mail from him. He notes how you've waited till the day of this so-called camping brunch to attack him and nearly huffs a laugh at your strategy, knowing he would've bent either way. He watches you practically skip out, turning back to wave, before walking out the door. Mail thrown on the counter, he decides his best bet is to eat while it's still quiet, knowing later in the day he'll be too busy. Maybe he'll shoot a text to Umemiya thanking him for the invite, too. Maybe.

Suo Hayato

Your phone rings as you're on the train, and you look around you before answering it, making sure to speak softly so as not to bother anyone.

"Did you forget something this morning?" Suo's voice asks coolly from the other line. You tilt your head a bit confused at the question, and he laughs. "You look like a puppy when you do that head tilt," and you huff, looking around to make sure he's not actually on the train with you.

"I hate when you do that," you pout, leaning into the speaker to hear him better. "I have my purse. My keys...I kissed you twice before I left...can I have a hint?" The hand that runs through your hair pushes it back in exasperation.

"Last time you forgot this at home, you cried in the bathroom at work." A jolt goes through you, followed by a sheepish chuckle on your end. He knows just how much you value the lunches he makes you every day, and that day had been especially stressful, building up until your forgotten lunch was the straw that broke the camel's back, so to speak. "Your train arrives in about...8 minutes right?" he hums as if to check the clock. "I'll be at the station when you get there."

"Hayato darling...it's snowing," It's not enough to delay the trains, but it certainly isn't warm out either. The concern in your voice is apparent, and that warms him more than anything else.

"I'll make sure to warm myself up when you get here," he teases, knowing you'll understand just how he intends to warm himself up.

"Wha- fine! If you get sick, I'm calling off to take care of you this time, though." You grumble before saying your goodbyes and hanging up. He's not particularly delicate, but the last time he was sick, he insisted he was fine until you found him face first on the living room floor with an insanely high fever.

The way the cold causes his cheeks to bleed rose-red is the exact same as that time, though you can see the clarity in his eye where there hadn't been when he was swaddled up to his chin being fed soup for three days. He's holding an umbrella, his long scarf wrapped stylishly around his neck.

"Can't have you going hungry, love." Smiling, he passes your lunch over to you before stepping closer into your space, bringing you undercover of his umbrella. "Mind if I escort you to work? I have a few errands to run, so I'll take my leave from there," he says, allowing you to wrap your arm around his own. It looks like a formal way to walk with a lover, but it gives you both enough flexibility to shift here and there, looking at storefronts or the snowflakes feathering down to the ground.

You grab his hand and kiss it before he does it to you, catching him off guard for a moment before his sly smile mirrors your own. "Pretty bold of you. Is this my thanks for bringing lunch?"

"Part of it, but really I just wanted to try it. You're always doing it to me, so I wanted to see if it made your heart flutter like it does mine." Oh, there's that blatant honesty he loves so much that he'd kiss you breathless right now if he could. He's a gentleman, though, so he opts to mimic your earlier move, watching your expression change to the sweet little fluster he's used to, even though you knew he'd do it. He knows when you dig in later, you'll also make that cute face that comes every time you eat his cooking, and he can't wait to be able to see it later tonight during dinner.

Choji Tomiyama

Choji's sleep schedule is screwed. Bar tending most nights would normally be rough on a person, but he can sleep pretty much anywhere and everywhere. Your sleep schedule is only screwed every so often when you get the urge to wait up for him. His meals are kind of everywhere too, since he wants breakfast when he wakes up in the afternoon, and then has his 'lunch' right before work.

Dinner comes around 8:00 or 9:00PM, and usually he'll just order something from the kitchen before it closes, but Togame brought over leftovers earlier that you knew Choji would love. Togame would've taken it himself, had he not had a women's self defense class to teach around the time Choji would normally eat.

So here you are, wading through people laughing and pool bets being made to your left. The bar is full of people, and it's not even a weekend. You never have trouble finding your boyfriend, though, because he's always got a crowd around him. When he first started, it was a part-time thing. Something to try while he figured out what he wanted to do as a real job. But once he got the drinks down, he started making his own, and with that came a trick or two. Leading up to the present, he's doing one of his easier tricks, flipping and spinning his tumbler with a shot or two of vodka in it around his back as the crowd of already tipsy people cheer. He makes excellent tips, and is content doing this full time for the foreseeable future. You figure you can always leave his dinner to one of his less busy coworkers, but a flash of blonde in the corner of your eye darting towards you has you bracing your leg behind you waiting for impact.

Impact is quite the word for the way his body veers towards you latching on with a big oof coming from your chest as your arms wrap around him. His pretty eyes lock on to you, and he's never been happier. Usually you don't come visit because of how loud and chaotic it can get, but when you do, his energy doesn't wane for the rest of the night. The containers you're carrying in your hand register to him immediately.

"Did you eat yet?" you half-yell over the music and laughter, and he shakes his head.

"There was a bachelor party who took up most of the bar until about half an hour ago, so I didn't get to put an order in."

"Good thing Togame made extra, huh?" you grin, seeing that he knows it's his favorite dish. You've tried replicating it, and while it tastes great when you make it, Togame must have a secret to making it just that much better. You agree wholeheartedly, not competitive in the slightest when he's been nothing but wonderful to both you and Choji. Handing it over, he gives you a big wet kiss on the cheek and then goes back for the other one, longer than the first.

"I'm glad you came, even if it's just to bring me food. I missed you yesterday when you went shopping, and I couldn't see you before work," and the little hold he's got at the bottom of your shirt, rubbing the fabric between his fingers, has your heart doing loops in your throat.

"I guess I can stay for a few, if there's an empty stool somewhere near you..." you say trailing off when a quick peek shows every seat taken.

"Not a problem," He grins, grabbing a chair from the back and putting it close behind the bar where he works. You think you'll be in his way, but he actually works around you just fine, asking if you'll feed him whenever he makes a drink for someone. A mouthful of food and a swipe of a wet cloth across his face keeps his hands free enough to keep working while also getting his dinner in.

By the end of the night, he's actually allowed to leave early, and you walk home swinging your entwined hands as he's telling you about all the interesting patrons he's met before you showed up earlier. There's no better way you'd want to spend your night.

[nottsangel]

You were speechless. A whole decade passed in your mind before you were able to speak again. "Are you insane!? There is no way..." you started but seeing ron's face fall stopped you in your tracks. "I mean, look, you're nice and everything and you look ok, and I'm sure you're gonna find a girl, but I love fred. I couldn't sleep with you, I'm sorry. I gotta go"

"Wait, wait. Ok, don't sleep with me then, but, can you just, I don't know, talk to me at least. Please, I really need this."

"Uh, ok. We can talk, sure. What about?"

"I don't know, tell me about your day or something."

As you started telling ron about how your day started, you noticed his hand landing over his clothed dick, starting to palm himself.

"Wait, what.. I'm leaving."

"No, no, please, wait, i really need this. Please. Please."

He was basically begging at this point, and you figured you couldn't let him suffer anymore. He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he didn't pay attention in class. You had to help him, or so you told yourself. You began talking about how you took a hot shower this morning, soaping up your body and enjoying the hot water, seemingly working, as ron's erection was already visible and growing. At first you averted your eyes, but then, as you got curious-

"You know... If it were me doing this, I'd take down your pants and keep palming you through your boxers, making sure I'm rubbing your tip lightly, just enough to tease you." He was staring at you now, wide pupils and mouth agape. "Well, go ahead. Do that." You nodded your head at him, signaling to follow your command. Ever eager to please, ron did exactly as you told him. You thought having this kind of power over him wasn't that bad after all.

"Then, I'd give you a lick through your boxers. Well, I suppose we'll have to skip that. I'd press down harder, feeling you press your hips into my palm. Yes, just like that". A wet spot was starting to form on ron's underwear. "Take off your boxers. Good. Now, I'd spit on it", you said as you bent over, letting a generous glob of saliva fall from your mouth directly onto ron's hard cock, eliciting a deep moan from him and a buck of his hips. "Now I'd smear it all over and start pumping in a rhytmic motion, a little tighter at the base and moving my thumb over your tip every time I reach the top, gathering your precum and using it as lube, making everything as messy as possible. Ah, you're such a good boy, following my instructions so dutifully." By now, ron was a moaning mess. You reached over and took his shirt off, making his heart beat faster from the closeness. "I figured it was only fair, since you've seen me naked already. What did you thought about? When you watched me in the bathroom? Did you want to be in there with me?" Ron whimpered as he nodded. "Did you thought what it would be like if it was you touching me instead of myself? Maybe you should have entered the bath with me. Take your time touching me all over, open me up on your fingers and then finally getting to see what my pussy would feel like around your cock. Warm and wet and tight just for you. I could've rode you, so you would have my tits in your face. Do you like my tits?" A strangled "fuck yeah" fell from ron's lips as you unbuttoned your shirt, braless tits spilling out, so you could play with your nipples.

"Fuck, I'm close." "Yeah, you're gonna cum for me like a good little boy? Are you thinking where you would cum if we were fucking? On my tits that you love so much? Inside my pussy? On my face, maybe?" Ron was almost delirious with pleasure. He was going cross eyed, drool gathering around his glossy lips. In the heat of the moment, you leaned across his chest, kissing him, the feeling of your tongue against his enough to drive him over the edge, spraying his chest and abdomen full of cum, some of it landing on your hand in the process. You swallowed his moans while kissing him through his high, all tongue and teeth and messy.

After stepping back, you took one last look at the disheveled state that ron was in. It was... hot. "I'm leaving now. Hope this will suffice. And, if it wasn't clear, this will be our secret. If you tell anyone about this, especially fred, I'll make you regret it deeply." You left the room before ron could say anything else. You were feeling dirty. Fred didn't even cross your mind until the very end. I mean, it was ok if you did this just for ron, right? A selfless act to help him get better, you tried to convince yourself, but the wetness between your legs and throbbing clit were telling a different story. Maybe it was time for you to also help... yourself.

~♣️ (I've been living with this in my mind for a few days but university work wouldn't let me write it. Glad to finally share it)

omgomgomgomg. okay soooo obviously i’ve been thinking about this all a lot the past few days, wondering what the next part would include. however…. this exceeded ALL my fucking expectations ??!!!!!!! this is SO much better than anything that crossed my mind these past few days…. like you really are a fucking genius!!!!!!!!

the fact that she didn’t even have sex with ron but GUIDED him like that… AND WHEN SHE SPAT ON HIS COCK ??? i screamed… ! “yeah, you’re gonna cum for me like a good little boy?” AAAAAA !!!!!!!! she’s such a baddie i love her i want her i want to be her. this was so good so perfect i need a moment to recover

[bigfan-fanfic]

Abjuration (Mage!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

A sorcerer!reader helps Bucky relax with their magic. NOTE: Can be read as platonic, and for gender neutral readers as well

Bucky sighs, pulling you into the safehouse, finally setting down his weapon.

You gulp, and then practically collapse on the bed.

It's basically a one-room shelter. a kitchen, a bed, and a communication center.

Bucky is on mission from the Avengers to protect you, to guide you safely back to the Avengers compound and avoid HYDRA, who would wish to use your magic powers for evil.

But HYDRA has been crafty, keeping in pursuit enough that you haven't been able to magic yourself and Bucky right to the Avengers.

And with them on the tail, Bucky knows he can't get you out to the extraction point.

Bucky quickly finishes sealing up the door and looks over at you. "Not having a great time?"

You groan a little. "It's been rough, but... at least we're safe, right?"

"As safe as I can make us." Bucky sighs. "We'll have to lie low here for a while, but we'll be trying to make it to the extraction point at our first chance, so you better get some rest."

"What about you?" you ask, slightly concerned. "I mean, you're the actual soldier, you should be well rested, right?"

He raises an eyebrow. "I don't know if you're capable of providing a reliable watch - you're wiped from casting those spells to help us get away."

You nod, acknowledging his point. "Still-"

"I don't sleep well anyway." he admits. "It's hard for me to ever really feel safe."

"I can help with that," you brighten. "I think, at least."

He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"I can perform a protection spell on our safehouse here. It may not keep everything out, but it'll provide enough of a barrier to defend against most things, and will alert us quickly if something is coming."

Without waiting for an answer, you begin moving, summoning your power from the wellspring inside you. Your magic always is improved when you're helping someone you care for, and Bucky has become a good friend these past few weeks on the run.

You haven't been anywhere secluded or long-term enough to justify expending your magic reserves on a protection spell, so this is the first Bucky's seen.

It takes a good twenty minutes to perform the ritual, gathering energy and focusing it, and Bucky arranges the gear and starts preparing some of the MREs in the kitchen stock, though he occasionally glances back over at you as you walk the perimeter of the safehouse, trying to touch every wall.

About halfway around, light blooms from your fingers, a soft amber color spreading outward, twinkling golden lights of concentrated power studding the ephemeral nebula of amber light spreading now over the ceiling.

Bucky watches in awe, field rations forgotten as you pull the rudimentary bed away from the wall and begin drawing runes in a haphazard circle, each glowing with light and floating a little off the floor around the bed.

"That'll be for when we sleep." you smile. "I'll activate it from the inside to give us some extra protection."

"Same bed?" Bucky finally manages to say, tearing his eyes away from the magic as the walls fade back to normal, the light now faint, now gone.

"If it's not a problem. That way we can both fit in the circle and you can get some sleep."

He nods, then chuckles. "You ever slept on a safehouse bed? Good luck sleeping."

You laugh and walk over to him to see about eating.

And later, Bucky hesitantly takes off his tactical gear and armor - he claims it helps him feel more relaxed, but it's not great for sleeping in.

He sits on the bed, cross-legged and alert, watching as you gently lean over the side and touch the rune circle. It blazes with power and sends light cascading upwards in diaphanous sheets in soft colors, forming a dome of protection before it coalesces into little spheres of drifting light, like night lights, like tiny stars gently watching over you both.

"I hope you feel a bit safer." you say softly.

"I do. The magic... I feel like it's strong. And... like it's on my side." Bucky says, leaning back to watch the lights drift as you tuck yourself under the blankets.

"Good night, Bucky."

"Good night, Y/N." Bucky whispers back. It's only after he hears your breathing change to that of unconsciousness that he slides his body downward, now lying down. And glancing at the lights, he truly does feel, if not safe, then protected.

He lets his eyes fall closed, and without trouble, drifts into sleep.

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

Sorry to hear you're feeling shitty after your surgery. Don't worry, your nips are NOT going to fall off. Since you asked for fic requests, I've always wondered what Ed and Stede's very first night in their inn by the sea was like.

I love this one, thank you!! I'm feeling pretty good tonight (and significantly less worried about any nipple-related complications after checking in with my surgeon earlier and getting a thumbs-up on the healing so far).

--

Ed was trying not to think too hard about what Stede's last straw would be.

He was a really good sport about the awful smell, and even continued being a good sport when they discovered that the smell befouling the whole house turned out to be due to what was formerly some kind of animal rotting under the floorboards. Ed had a brief moment of worry when Stede got a bit pissed about Ed not wanting a hug after he came back from disposing of that whole mess, but they talked it through (as a crew of two) and Ed was happy to give Stede a hero's welcome after he washed up.

But they'd just kept running into snags. The sky roof (that's what Stede was calling the massive hole in the roof) was too big to cover with the spare canvas they'd brought for it, and Stede stuck his foot directly through some boards on the porch and needed to be rescued, and Ed attempted a sexy lean against a wall in a bid to get Stede to grab him by the hips and wound up going right through...

By nightfall, their list of things to patch before the house was safe for sleeping in had grown as tall as Ed, and they decided to just sleep outside.

Ed hated sleeping outside. It was hot, and he felt sweaty and gross, and there were bugs everywhere, and - oh shit, he was getting dirt on his shirt sleeve. And the worst part...

Stede was going to change his mind any second now.

Letting his breath out in a hitching jag, Ed glanced over at Stede, laying next to him on the blanket they'd spread out in the grass, who was looking up at the stars coming out in the sky, his hands crossed over his tummy. Noticing Ed was looking at him, Stede turned his head, his face breaking into a beaming smile -

"So," Ed managed, his voice watery, trying very hard not to blink because he was sure his tears would spill over. "Sorry it's not what you hoped for."

"Are you kidding?" Stede snorted, his hand moving almost instinctually between them to twine his fingers with Ed's. "I've got you with me. Everything else is just a bonus."

"I hate sleeping outside," Ed mumbled petulantly.

"Yes, you would, wouldn't you?" Stede wrinkled his nose - not making fun of Ed, just sympathetic. "Wanna do something about it?"

Before Ed knew it, they were propping up some of the extra canvas they'd brought on sticks around them in a makeshift tent, and maybe it was much less technically suitable if they cut a nice big hole in it above their heads so they could still see the stars, but they both really wanted to be able to see the stars. Stede used a broom to whack the worst of the leaf litter and general nature-y gunk away from their location, warning it very sternly to "leave poor Ed alone," and with their skills combined they were able to get some water going over a campfire to at least have something similar to their usual sleepytime tea.

And curled up together, Ed's head resting safely on Stede's chest, snuggled up safe from the rest of the world in their little makeshift tent...everything felt alright.

"Sorry the place sucks," Ed said.

"It's a fixer-upper," Stede said easily. "Good bones. Might take some patience! But as long as I've got you -"

Ed couldn't really help but smile, when Stede looked at him like that, like he hung every one of the stars up in the sky. "And as long as you're with me -"

"Yeah," Stede said, giving Ed a big cheesy wink just to make him laugh. "I think we'll be alright."

They'd have a busy day in the morning, when they'd have to start the task of actually trying to tackle the long, long list of issues with their new home. Probably, they'd spend most of the day trying to figure out which things were urgent to attend to and which were very urgent. There would be annoyances, and setbacks, and they'd probably have lots of silly little bickering arguments that ended with I'm sorry, I love you, I'm just stressed, and I know, I know you, I love you too. Tomorrow, the whole business of retirement would probably start to look a bit difficult.

For now, though? It was the easiest thing Ed had ever done.

[agentstarkid]

This little story turns one year old this July 31st!

We hopped with Girlie on a rollercoaster of finding (true) love, being quarantined in a foreign country, lots of internet meanies, making new friends, angst, heartbreak, depresh sesh, finding love again and so much more to come -- What a wild journey it's been, and I'm so proud I took the leap!

Looking back a year ago, I can't believe how far this story and I have come. I remember being so full of uncertainty and nerves to post that first chapter, and now, a whole year later, I'm writing little blurbs and one-shots in a whole different language to my main one.

And to celebrate this milestone with you guys, the DAN-Y/N stans out there, and as a thank you for all these 365 days of support and love to Danielito & Girlie's love story—a.k.a. my baby—, I put together a list of dialogue prompts from where you can pick one—or as many as you'd like—and send it to me so I can write a little blurb to go with it!

You can request a specific moment on the fic you'd like to see more (c'mooooon, they were together for 2 whole years! Let's see if you've been paying attention hehe), or just make a general request with a quote of your choice (or you can suggest one! Can't promise much on this, but I'd try my best to bring it to life, unless it is smut. I can't write smut for shitzels yet soz).

I'll be accepting resquests for the next 2 weeks!

✧. ┊ Series Masterlist

P.S. Fingers crossed next month I can—finally—post a new chapter! Adult life has been kicking my ass these past months so please be patient with me! — But my inbox is always open to talk! :)

— All the dialogue sources are linked!

“These are way too many, omg, I’m being squeezed by these pillows, love!” “Well I just, you know, thought that since you like to hold on to me while you sleep but we can’t do that right now, I decided to bring you all these.” “Aww, I appreciate it, baby, but would you mind moving some? And even though I do have these, I will miss your warmth beside me.” 

“You weren’t uncomfortable back there, right? I just wanted to make sure you were all right.” “No, no, I wasn’t. Thank you for doing that.”

"You had no business looking that good back there."

"Those could be our kids one day." "What...?" 

“They don’t know you, love. They don’t know how much we love each other. Let them think what they want to. It doesn’t matter, you know why? Because you are enough. We are enough.”

“I don’t want you to be perfect, sweetheart. I want you to be who you are.”

“I…I wasn’t sure if you’d like this, so I just bought all the colors they had there.”

“Stoooop. Stop making me all…” “All… what?”

“Sorry. I just... like seeing that I have an effect on you, I guess.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” 

“I like seeing you this way. so… at ease. makes me wonder how anyone could ever purposely put you under stress and live with themselves afterwards.”

"I know you're struggling right now, and it's okay, okay? We'll get through this."

“With you, I see a forever I’ve never envisioned before. Not that I didn’t want to, it’s more because I wasn’t able to… At least until I met you.”

“God, I really don’t want to leave”.

“I’m so deftly terrified of falling in love. Because what if I end up with a broken heart? That thought itself is just so scary to me. I want to, but I can’t get over that fear.” “Then how about you let me be that first step you take into falling in love? I can help you get over that fear, if you’d let me.” 

“People say they fall in love like they fall asleep — slowly, then all at once. But the way I fell for you can only be described as that feeling when you’re drifting off to sleep, only to feel like you’re falling, oh-so-suddenly. So suddenly that it ends up startling you awake; heart racing in your chest because it feels like you fell off the precipice of a cliff. It’s quick and sudden, and there’s no slowness to it. It’s a crash and burn type of love that I feel.”

“They say the second time’s the charm.” “Was the first time not charming enough for you?” “No, but the second time’s going to be even better, I promise.” 

“If people can hate for no reason,  then I can love for no reason too.”

“I dunno who taught you that love comes with conditions and limitations, but mine doesn’t. Not when it’s you.”

“I don’t know how to ask for help i just— I’ve never had anyone to ask for help from before.  so…this is me trying i guess.  I need it and i’m afraid to ask for it.  That's the best I can do.”

“You really think a relationship should be that hard?” “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.”

“If you don’t kiss me, right now…” “Then what?” “Then I will have to do it myself.”

"I think destiny wants us to be together, and you should never argue with destiny.”

“What do you think is our song?”

“I can’t concentrate, when you look at me like that.” “Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so…”

“Sing for me.” “What would you like to hear?”

“I feel like I can breathe better with you around.”

“You’re much better off without me.” “You’re not the judge of that.”

“I love you, okay?! And I can’t stay in your life when I’m just ruining it.” “You can’t just say that and don’t wait for me to answer.”

“Your mom is coming over today.” “Tell her to bring fried rice or she’s not invited.” “You tell her, she’s your mom.” “But she likes you more!”

“Wait, you can’t swim?” “I was always more into sports on land where, you know, I can’t drown.” “I will teach you!”

“Every night before bed I write three good things that happened to me. And every night I find myself writing down your name.”

“God, don’t do that. You’re going to make me go on Santa’s naughty list tonight.”

“This heart belongs to you, and only you. And I’d hope you want to keep it for a very, very long time.”

“What matters isn’t the place, but the person you’re with at that place. So this is to say, being with you is enough for me. So long as you are there, then all is well.”

“If you don’t wanna spend the night in a empty house, you could always come over to mine.” 

"Hey, i think i can fit over here in this corner." "What are you, a plant?" "Maybe. you shine on me every day, after all."

“I don’t know what the future holds. all i know is that i hope you’re in it. “

“Annoying you is what I’m best at.”

“You get to curl up in my lap, and I get to watch a cinematic masterpiece in peace and quiet. i think this is a pretty sweet deal.”

“This is your home, just as it is mine.”

“That was your master plan? Really?” “No, my master plan was having no plan actually.”

“When life gives you lemons, squirt the juice into your enemies’ eyes and watch them whimper.”

“Maybe i'm too late to be your first, but right now, i'm preparing myself to be your last.”

“Over everything, I choose you.”

“You’ve given me so many memories, I'd hate it if you become one”

“I hope you heal from the things you dont wanna talk about”

“I was gonna marry her…”

“Because you always been my ticket home…”

“Have you ever gone stargazing?” “yeah, i’ve seen your eyes a few times.”

"Oh God- why are you half-naked?" "nothing you haven't seen before, love" "it's freezing, go put on a shirt-" "Nah, you can warm me up." 

“You never have to fear that you’re losing me.”

“Aw, you brought out the smile.” “Which smile?” “The one reserved for the people you love.” “How could you even tell?” “Because that’s how you smile at me.”

“No, you’re not allowed to smile at me like that.”

“This is not some predestined soulmate shit or fate or whatever. I love you all on my own. Because you’re awesome and because I want to.”

“You know, I prefer you naked, but that dress also looks breathtaking on you.”

“Believe in the me that believes in you”

“Work can wait. You need rest.”

“I got the recipe from your mom, i hope i did it justice.”

“I think i deserve a cuddle for letting you stick your icy little feet on me all night.”

“Ok…so, umm I made this playlist for our first month anniversary. I hope it’s not too bad!” “Omg, this is- I can’t believe it! I always wanted someone to make me a playlist!” 

“You already are a handful. Together, you guys are insufferable.”

“I’m right here.”

“Careful, or I will fall for you.” “You’ll be fine. I’ll buy you some knee pads.” “Knee pads but no helmet?” “If you’re falling for me, you’ve already taken a hit to the head.”

“Uh-oh.” “What’s wrong?” “That’s their ‘oh, you messed with the wrong bitch, bitch’ face.”

“You look like an idiot.” “You know, other people would say it’s nice to see me so happy. Or that I have a beautiful smile.”

“I’ve never seen you this happy before.”

“(Congrats.) You’re one of us now.”

“Please, never apologise for wanting to be loved.”

“Come on. I’ll show you how to dance”

"Are you still mad at me? I mean, it's okay if you are. I'm mad at myself, too."

"Put your head on my lap and sleep a little."

 “I don’t want to go to bed angry…can we please talk about this?” 

“Your cheeks are really soft.” “Stop squishing them!”

“You didn’t have to do anything…” “But i wanted to.”

[guppybubbles]

Sweet Dreams are Made of This. [1/3]

(A/N: Kind of a sequel to my other fic, ROLL ME A 6 ! :> You don't need to read that though to understand this!)

Borrower Tommy accidentally shifts into a universe where his homebrew DND world is real. He still sucks at being a giant.

WORD COUNT: 1,341 words

WARNINGS: None.

"Tommy opened his eyes and what he saw was unlike anything he's seen before…"

Tommy listened in anticipation. What could it be? A new friend, a new foe? He looked at his dad, a smug little smile barely hidden by his serious storytelling.

 

"And we'll find that out in the next session."

Halfway through his sentence, he and his brothers already knew it was the end of their game for the day. All groaning and complaining about Phil leaving it in such a dumb cliffhanger, Phil only laughed. 

It couldn't have been hours already, had it? They barely started! He still had to redeem himself and his character into great glory! "No, come on, let's do one more hour— please, please?" He begged, holding onto one of Phil's fingers like he had all the power to hold him down and force him into another round. 

With his other hand, Phil picked up the die and tossed it into the container— folding up the map before putting it back in the box. Tommy knew it was over, they'd start another session again sooner or later. 

But he wanted to do another hour, or maybe two more, now. "Pleasee, I rolled so low every turn, I need to redeem myself!" 

"I wish we could continue, mate." Phil smiled, "But I got work tomorrow and it's already…" He stared at the clock, making a surprised sound at the 11:48 PM on the wall. Phil cursed under his breath, gently, slowly pulling his hand away from Tommy’s hold. "Alright, get to bed you three." 

The blond borrower knew there was no convincing Dad anymore. He crossed his arms with a humph, upset with his bad luck during the game. "Cheer up, Toms! I'm sure luck will make you do justice next time." Wilbur consoled, pushing his chair into the table and picking up the box with their fantasy map and die. 

“You are horrible at throwing the die for me,” Tommy grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother who had offered to throw the dice for him earlier. Wilbur’s luck when it came to the game was pretty good, yet whenever he tossed the die for Tommy, the luck seemed to plummet- doing worse than when the borrower himself threw the die. 

In the corner of his eyes, he could see Wilbur’s lips press into a thin line. He was stopping himself from being amused at Tommy’s anger. “It really wasn’t on purpose.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy replied. Not upset at Wilbur, nor was he upset at the game. He swears he would be able to throw the dice better if he was just… more human-sized. 

“You’ll do better next game, I’ll make sure of it,” Wilbur promises.

Tommy looks at him incredulously, slightly laughing. “What, are we gonna cheat or something?”

In response, Wilbur shrugged, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Dunno, maybe.”

Holding the game board, he placed his other hand on the desk. A trust exercise that slowly grew into a habit none of them thought was strange anymore, Tommy hopped on the hand and held onto the fingers for support. He used to have to walk from place to place, no matter how far it was because the big man was too stubborn to accept and ask for help. In response, they all worked together to install little stairs everywhere so Tommy would at least be able to reach things without having to heave himself up with a rope and a hook. He almost cried in front of them because of how much he appreciated the gesture. 

That night, Tommy lay in his bed, uncharacteristically quiet as he stared at the ceiling. His room looked so much like a human's room- constructed by his family after nearly a year of accidentally revealing himself to them. It wasn’t exactly like him to be upset for the dice throws during the game, it really wasn’t Wilbur’s fault. On a good day, he throws exceptionally well for Tommy’s character too. 

But Tommy isn’t upset about the dice, is he?

It was never the dice, never Wilbur, never his family, but him. 

If he was truly meant to be their family, then couldn’t the universe make him human? Did he seriously have to be something that was never allowed to mingle with larger beings? It was a written code since the beginning of time that borrowers were never allowed to be with humans. Never share anything, what you are, what your name was. Most importantly, never be seen. 

Were they never supposed to be a family then? Did he have to break the borrower’s code just to be a part of something he’s not supposed to? He’s not a borrower anymore, he knows that. He barely even follows the code anymore, but he’s not human either. Too exposed to be a borrower, too small to be a human.

Then what was he?

Tommy released a loud, exasperated sigh. His calloused hands rubbed over his face. He knows he shouldn’t think about such things, but lately, he’s been more aware than ever. He notices how Techno looms over him when they do woodwork together, Wilbur’s singing voice goes from soothing to too loud, and Phil barely gives him any chores (Maybe he shouldn’t complain about that one, actually).

They don’t mean it, of course, they didn’t. They probably don’t even notice it as well. Something so small and insignificant to them could be so overwhelming for him. He just wants to be bigger, to fit in… 

He should go to sleep. He'll forget about it tomorrow and everything will continue on like it usually does (until the nagging feeling returns and he feels like he's rotting in bed).

Goodnight, me. Tommy closed his eyes, unable to rid of the heavy weight in his chest. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

If Tommy could recall this correctly— and while he may not have the best memory, he can certainly tell when something is just plain wrong… He fell asleep on his bed, right?

His eyes blurred as he gained consciousness and though he wasn't aware of where he was— he could sense danger even from a mile away. His shoulders ached, raised high above him. Something was holding his arms upwards. Cold, tight metal gripping his wrists, uncomfortably pressing into his skin. He tried tugging it downwards, but it barely moved. 

Instead of lying on a soft, warm bed, it felt like he'd been kneeling for Prime knows how long. His legs felt numb, ringing uncomfortably no matter how much he tried to move. It didn't matter because he was stuck in place. 

It was hot. Sweat was dripping from his forehead to his nose and down to either his clothes or the floor (he made a mental note that he wasn’t wearing his pajamas). 

He sucked in a deep breath, humid air filling his lungs in a way that didn't calm him down, but just made him panic more. 

Tommy's vision began clearing up and despite the little ache in his neck, he decided to look around. The room was dimly lit, weak artificial lighting barely reflecting the big, metal room he resided in. 

There were mini stairs and platforms built around him. The platforms in front of him connected through the middle and had a door on each side of the wall. Above the platform in the wall in front of him was glass, he couldn't make out anything inside, it was darker than the room he was in.

The metal room he sat in was quite spacey. The ceiling was quite high but he couldn't stand up even if he attempted to— his ankles were chained as well, shorter in length compared to the ones around his wrist. Tommy struggled against the chains, everything looked so.. small yet so oddly detailed. 

Where was he? Who were these stairs for? Were there more beings smaller than a borrower? Prime, how would they even look next to a human?

Does his family know where he is right now..?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

yayaya thank you sm for reading! & holy shit guppy writing fics comeback??? no way!!!

[purplesaline]

Morning cuddles with the boys.

Also just a reminder that Parker is an exceptional service dog candidate who doesn't have his forever home yet. Since we hadn't found him a placement at 8 weeks my plan was to raise him until he was one year and do some foundation training on him. For the right person he can go home any time between 6 months and a year.

We also ship anywhere in the world.

His cost will be

the initial purchase price ($1900 CAD) which was cost recovery only and includes his first set of shots.

Vet fees for his second and third round of shots ($365 CAD)

Food ($50-$100/mth. He gets the good stuff and he deserves it, so between $500-$1000 CAD by April)

Training: I'm not charging anything at all for my time but we do have a trainer helping us out because of my physical limitations. She charges $80/hr for 1-2 hours a week. By April we'd likely be looking at $2000 CAD

Any incidental costs that pop up between now and then, fingers crossed we won't see any

This would put the total for a 1 year old service dog candidate, specifically bred for service work (5th generation), with foundation training at approximately $5000 CAD, not including shipping. Which is so ridiculously cheap it should raise red flags as to whether you would actually be getting what you're being promised. You would be and I can prove it. The price is that low because everyone involved is more concerned with helping disabled folks get access to service dog candidates that are set up for success than we are with making money.

In fact we're so concerned that the right person gets Parker and Parker gets the right person that cost doesn't even need to be paid all at once! We know that it can be harder for disabled folks to save but it can be a lot easier to manage a monthly payment, so payment plans are an option we can talk about. And if that's still out of the budget the trainer is willing to negotiate on her pricing as well, despite also being disabled and on a limited budget.

Basically we'd be giving this pups away if we could afford to.

Parker's brother, Bentley, was also a service dog candidate from this litter and is living in North Carolina with his handler learning to be a cardiac alert and mobility dog. He's doing SUCH a good job and is already consistently alerting to two different types of scent during training sessions.

Parker has the potential to be an amazing servuce dog doing mobility, psych/PTSD, diabetes alert, allergy alert, or cardiac/POTS alert. If it's not on the list here he'd probably still be good at it, I'm just less familiar with the training that goes into the other types.

He is a soft, sensitive little lad who likes to test boundaries to see just how much he's allowed to get away with so he'll need someone who is a soft handler but consistent with enforcing the rules because this boy will find every single loophole that exists and exploit it fully otherwise.

He's gonna be a BIG boy. 65-75lbs at least. Genetically one of the healthiest dogs you'll ever see, his mom is completely clear for all genetic issues common to collies and his dad has also been DNA tested for health. Parker was DNA tested as well, though not as completely as his mom or dad as he won't be breeding. You can see Merry's (mom) test at LestWeForget Collies and Levi's (dad) test at High Country Collies

And if Parker isn't right for you but you're still interested in a service dog candidate puppy from us don't worry! We'll be having more litters and even plan to do a repeat of this last litter with Merry and Levi. I can't guarantee we'll have any older pups available but if you can't start with a puppy but are able to cover the costs of raising we can definitely work something out.

Feel free to reach out if you have any questions or concerns!

[tohsri]

3some 💀

so this is my first fic, on tumblr, so i don't know how things work. however i have read some fanfiction in the past, so i guess i have a bit of experience. warnings ig: reader is described as a female/self insert, porn with plot, fingering, virginity loss (even though reader has the dirtiest mind), cough coug implied 4some, it makes no sense (it's a dream ofc it don't), characters may (will) be ooc (hmph) minors dni!! 18+

we only had a week before the big project. while i could hear satoru's voice happily chattering with a friend of his downstairs. it slightly bothered me that he wasn't up here studying with us.

"geto, is the presentation okay?" i leaned against the hard wooden chair, peeking at the unfinished presentation.

"mhm. i think satoru should be able to remember most of this, without looking at the screen too often."  he replied, lifting his hands off the keyboard and putting them behind his head. "by the way, where's toji?"

"hey, zenin, ya gonna help?" toji only scowled, muttering a "why should i" as he walked away grumbling.

toji was part of one of the most feared gang of this school, always rebelling against the teachers, never attending events, getting into fights in between the school buildings, and the scar that were plastered on his lips had pretty much proven a point.

you were genuinely taken aback on how geto talked to him so carelessly, as if toji couldn't beat the shit out of him with full force. toji looked like he didn't care anyway.

you focused your mind back to the presentation, helping geto point out mistakes.

"here, you spelled this wrong. lemme help." you leaned further, pushing geto to the side a little bit as your hands moves all around the keyboard. "maybe you can rephrase this to sound more formal."

"anyways, you continue working on the presentation, i'll go make some drinks for both of us. what do you want?"

"just some water please, thank you." he smiled softly, nodding his head as another thanks.

you went downstairs, dragging your hands down the railings to see satoru still smiling and staring at his phone.

"gojo, at least come help with the last bits of research.." you said in a whiny tone, making a cup of hot chocolate and pouring a glass of water for geto. "you've been on your phone this entire time, can't you spare a minute studying?"

"no can do~" he giggled, eyes still glued to the screen. "maybe if you stop giving me the longest parts of the presentation whenever we're in a group together."

"fine. study the last part and i'll give you the 2nd shortest." you grumbled. "but you have to edit your own part, save me and geto some work."

"now that's way too much to ask from me. you know what, i'll edit half my part." he gave you a shit-eating grin, knowing you couldn't help but give in to his words.

"half. that's the limit, now come upstairs and do research."

--------

"there are other ways to protect the environment, like reduce wasting plastic, participate in cleaning up beaches- uhh, whatever that's called, and other stuff. we'll search it up online."

"pff, nerd." geto teased, placing his arm on gojo's shoulder like an armrest.

"hey- get your hand off me!" gojo smacked it off, crossing his arms. you couldn't help but laugh at his puffed-out cheeks. unfortunately, he noticed. "what's so funny?!"

"n-nothing." you tried to calm yourself down, putting a hand over your mouth.

"i look that cute, don't i?~"

"you look like shit."

before gojo could say something, toji interrupted. "hey enough you two, let's just focus on the project so we can get it over with."

"let's decide on the roles first. of course, i get the introduction and conclusion, geto you get the 2nd shortest, toji 3rd shortest and gojo gets the longest."

"why's it always me who gets the longest? come on, give me a break for once~ you said i could switch with geto if i studied!"

geto glared at you. "what did you tell him?"

"exactly what he said." you laid back, with hands behind your head on the floor.

"alright, but you better repay me for switching." geto smirked.

"wh- why?! gojo never asked for anything!" you sighed. "fine. if you want me to pay," you whispered as you leaned closer to his ear.

"i'll pay with my body~"

geto looked as if he were about to explode right there, his face completely turning a tint of red. even the tip of his ears were burning with embarrassment.

"wait, what did you tell him?! i got to get this on camera!!-"

"shush gojo, it'll only work for her." he muttered, not enough for you to hear (or so he thought).

"anyways, how about a sleepover? so after a proper breakfast we can continue the project immediately." gojo suggested. "i already asked my parents, so i guess you're sort of obliged to let me stay."

you rolled your eyes. "you're lucky my parents aren't home, they would kick you out." you couldn't help but giggle at your own words.

"alright, we finish this topic up and then tomorrow we finish the rest."

-------- "alright, it's late. who's sleeping in the guest room?"

"me." toji grumbled, tugging onto his sweatshirt.

"there's only a bed and mattress in there, so one of you sleep in my room." you spoke up, putting both hands on the ground.

"i will." gojo and geto said in unison, as they both turned to each other.

you sighed, facepalming yourself. "you know what, sorry, one of you will sleep with toji-san. no offense."

toji just grumbled, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

"geto, is it okay if you sleep in the guest room?" you looked at him with the most adorable puppy eyes, and he was dragged away by your looks. he had no choice but to give in or else you'll (fake) cry.

he sighed, heading downstairs with toji to the guest room as gojo smiled excitedly.

"rest in peace, suguru." he laughed and you swore you could hear geto say 'shut up' halfway down the stairs. it made you giggle.

"i'm gonna get changed. i'm not sleeping in jeans. you aren't gonna sleep in your uniform either, so i hope you brought clothes."

after you and gojo had changed, you turned on the air conditioner and slept next to the window. despite the air conditioner being turned on, it never reached your spot which made you basically sweat while gojo got the enjoy the cool air.

you waited for a couple of minutes until it was dead silent, and removed the blanket above you. tiptoeing across the room, you had finally got snuggled in your cold bed. you sighed contently, but then realised gojo was right next to you, thankfully asleep.

until you felt a hand wrap around your waist and bring you closer.

"hey, stay on your side..~" he whispered teasingly, hugging you as if you were a plush.

"gojo, let me g-go. i'm just hot."

"mm, being here with me will only make you hotter." he muttered, pressing against your body. his warmth combined with the cold air felt perfect.

you just laid down in silence, enjoying being held in his embrace. however, tension was growing between the two of you. you two barely even knew each other in school (except for the projects you were partnered up with), and it was getting awkward.

eventually, you had managed to doze off into a deep slumber. you felt uncomfortable between your thighs, and it was making you wet.

you had opened your eyes, feeling gojo's cock slide inbetween your thighs, followed with his irregular panting. your panties and short pants were down at knee level, and the whole thing caught you off guard.

"sorry princess," he gasped out the name, and for a second it felt like you two were dating. "i got hard from you, is it okay if i use your thighs? or maybe even that sweet pussy.." he licked his lips at the thought of it.

flustered and basically paralysed, you could only let out a nod as his tip rubbed at your clit. all you could do was moan and whimper as he used your body to his heart's content.

his thrusts only got faster and sloppy, and without warning he came on your bedsheets.

"sorry again. i couldn't handle it," he chuckled, grabbing his cock. "i'll wash it in the morning. that okay with you?"

you had no idea what came over you that second, but your two fingers scooped up a part of his cum, sticking it into your mouth.

"oh fuck, that's hot." he nibbled on your earlobe, licking the back of it.

"can't help it, 'toru."

"call me that one more time and you won't be getting an ounce of sleep tonight."

"alright alright, just.. sleep. i'm tired."

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fuck, i'm thirsty.

you quietly walked downstairs, carefully not to wake anyone, grabbing the water bottle that was conveniently placed at the side, taking one big sip as you quenched your thirst.

you didn't feel sleepy. at all. i guess the only thing you could resort to was watching anime on the tv. unfortunately, the only tvs that were available was the one right next to your room, or the one right next to the guest room.

eh, too late to go back upstairs.

you turned on the tv, lowering the volume all the way to 0. how boring it was, watching your show with only subtitles. whatever, it wouldn't hurt to increase the volume a bit.

careful not to wake the two sleeping boys in the room next to you, you increased the volume by 2. well, better than nothing. only the chances of their waking up to you watching anime at 2am.

you watched for a good 15 minutes, trying (struggling) not to talk in the middle of the show, or fangirl whenever your favourite character came on.

you were interrupted by the sound of the guest room door clicking. toji.

"hm? what are you doing up this late?" he said in a softer, yet a raspy voice.

"watching anime. couldn't sleep."

"i get that too." he mumbled. "do you have a lighter?"

"brown box on the counter."

"thanks." toji headed outside, shutting the door as he lit his cigarette on fire.

you opened the glass door, taking a sip of your water bottle. "i've never smoked before. have you burned your mouth on the inside?"

your question made him chuckle. "no. never done it before. i only smoke when i'm stressed or feeling like shit."

"had a nightmare?" he only nodded, blowing out the smoke from his cigarette.

you just continued watching your anime while toji stared into the sky, dropping the cigarette butt on the ground and crushing it.

"do you want one?" he spoke up.

"no, i don't think i want to." you smiled, sighing. you closed your eyes for a while, until you felt an arm around you.

"is satoru awake?" you recognised it. geto.

"no. he's sleeping.." your memories with him a few hours ago came back, causing your cheeks to flush red.

"i heard that zenin go out, woke me up from that dream."

"what dream were you having?"

"maybe a dream about you."

you blinked, processing the information. "w- wha?"

"speaking of which, you still haven't repaid me yet.. what was it? your body, hmm?" he smirked, pushing his knee against your covered clit, causing you to let out a small moan.

"it w-was a joke, geto!" you couldn't help but moan as his touch, as he continued to grind his knee on your sensitive bud of nerves.

"oh? so you don't want this?" he stopped almost immediately. "but you're so wet~"

"n-no, please geto, want m-more.."

he hungrily pulled off the shorts and panties, revealing your already wet pussy. "lemme have a taste, good girl."

his tongue repeatedly lapped at your juices, pushing his tongue into your hole. he swears even the slightest movement of his tongue made you clench around him so tight.

the thought of the lewd act only make your bundle of nerves twitch, and you were so close to release because of how talented geto's tongue was.

"are you close?" he pulled away, breaking the string of mixed saliva and cum. "i wanna hear you beg for it. aren't you a good girl?"

you merely nodded. gathering the words stuck in your throat, you finally spoke. "p-please geto-kun.. w'nna cum, needa cum, i'm a good girl.."

"mm, you're quite obedient." he grinned, sucking on your bud gently. you bit your lip, trying to hold in your moans. "mmn, g'nna cum! g'nna cum- ah!"

geto placed his mouth on your pussy, letting him taste your cum. he swallowed it all, but you were too tired to notice. you rested your head against back, panting heavily.

you were too tired to even notice toji standing right behind the couch.

"geto. got room for another?"

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you suddenly found yourself manhandled by toji, on your hands and knees, sucking geto's cock as toji thrusted into you from behind.

"fuck, this pussy is tight." he grunted, balls slapping against your sensitive clit. "squeezing my cock so well, huh?"

you couldn't even respond properly. you just nodded and let out muffled whimpers, moaning into geto's cock from toji basically slamming into your cervix so often. his thrusts was kept at a sloppy pace, only stopping to give a harsh slap to your red and glowing ass. "fuck, you don't know how long i've kept staring at his plump ass. your tits are fucking amazing too, built to be just like a whore." he kept degrading you, maybe even squeezing your tits playfully.

"but she's such a good one, isn't she? taking our cocks so well just like a slut." he ran his fingers through your hair so affectionately, pushing your head further down his cock. "c'mon, c'mon. just like tha- fuck!"

without warning geto had already sent spurts of sticky cum down your throat, filling up your mouth. he pulled his cock out, admiring the sticky mess. "swallow." one word was all he needed for you to do so. "good girl. zenin, mind changing positions? let me see her tits."

toji flipped you over, your pussy still wrapped around his throbbing cock. after all, why wouldn't toji want to see the view? the next thing he knew he was completely focused on how geto pinched your erect nipples, making you whimper from the overwhelming sensitivity.

geto pulled out his phone, taking a good photo of your fucked out expression lying on his lap. "god, imagine how much satoru would pay for this. this fucking beauty right here. hey, maybe you should call him down so we could enjoy this beautiful body for ourselves."

oh, one more person joining this would only make it hell for you. you couldn't imagine the damage that they would leave you with for days. as much as you didn't want that to happen, you could care less about the consequences when you were this needy. the thoughts you had were so fucking lewd but you couldn't handle it.

"fuck, gonna cum, let me cum inside?" toji interrupted, letting you regain your consciousness back for a second.

"'m not on p-pill, wait!-"

"don't w- fuck!! don't worry, i- ain't gonna. just lemme fuck your pussy a lil' longer, alright?" he panted, thrusting a few more times into your pussy before pulling out, cumming all over your stomach and chest. "fuck, he's right. you're such a good girl. liked being praised huh?"

you only nodded before you finally passed out from exhaustion.

  AFTERMATH

"fffuck, what a fucking headache. what was that-.." you glided your hand over the leather, realising you were still on the couch. you removed the soft and fluffy blanket above you.

"geto-kun." your voice softened at the thought, blushing at the possibility of it being toji too who gave you this blanket. you noticed you didn't feel sticky at all either.

how nice of them. words: 2.6k hooray

[longbobmckenzie]

THTH2 Episodes 1-3 Thoughts!

Eeeek it's THTH2 (Too Hot to Handle the game) time!! Last season fizzled out halfway through but based on the first few episodes of season 2, I've got hopes that this one will be better!

First of all, it's 15 episodes as opposed to 10 - there's room for development (and more bombshells/dumpings!)

There's more customization! I feel like it's improved, although others have said they had a harder time with it. I'm not a huge fan of the hairstyles and outfits we've been given so far, but we'll get more

In the initial episodes, there are 5 friends and only 4 LIs - that might be a little disappointing at first (especially since the friends are all hot - URGH I want Santiago!!), but this actually fixes some of the problems with the first season

More non-romanceable characters is a good thing because it means there will be more storylines besides MC/LI and Jada/Justin/Carter

A lot of us started to hate Jada after a while because she kept popping up and we were forced to be friends with her. Having more friends is a good thing because we'll be able to talk to more people instead of just one person. I'm hoping there will be some branching involved where some scenes are dependent on who your highest relationship is with, but we'll see!

Less LIs is fine for the reasons above - sure there's less choice up front, but with next to no branching in S1, every route was the same, and there were only 3 couples at the end. It didn't make sense. Plus...

We're already getting at least one bombshell next week! It's highly likely they'll be LI(s), and no doubt there will be more people incoming

In Season 1, all the LIs had hard-ons for MC even when MC didn't show them any interest - so far that doesn't seem to be the case, and I love that. It was weird that 9 people were obsessed with us, honestly. This time, our choices matter more

They're already setting up a love triangle! It makes so much more sense to have a LT early on when everyone's new rather than force it with a bombshell we don't even like midway through the season

The characters so far seem to have more personality traits than just whatever their jobs/interests are. Hopefully I'm not speaking too soon, and there is definitely still some of that, but I feel like I've already had deeper chats with them. And they ask about us too, and we can define a bit more of a personality for ourselves

More under the cut...

I picked Antoine so far (love a Canadian hockey player!!). He's basically an upgraded (yes, I said it) version of Theo (the art style is slightly improved - the smiles aren't as creepy this time!). I wasn't a Theo girlie but so far I'm vibing with Antoine

I was a Liam girlie, but Liam 2.0 (Wesley) doesn't have quite the same appeal. He's still hot, but Idk, he's not my Liam

There's a fun Antoine glitch (not sure if any of the other characters have it) where he's fully naked. It's pretty funny

I've already broken a bunch of rules, mwahaha!

The list of achievements this season is interesting 👀 There's an achievement for getting eliminated, which I will definitely be trying to do. And stuff about the others trusting us (probably a way to earn back money)

They still have the "beach hut" confessionals, but I feel like those episodes are shorter, which is great because they could be a drag on replays before, or when you just want to get to the next episode

Santiago is my boy, I'm loving the representation with him. I'm curious if we'll ever get a chance to get our hands on him even without romance, because we do have a flirty vibe and I would absolutely jump at that chance!

Overall, I'm excited to see how this goes! It does seem like they've taken our feedback so far, the initial episodes felt a lot like last season but that's not at all a bad thing - last season started off great, and this one has too. I do think this season has better potential overall and my fingers are crossed that it delivers

[animasola86]

Enemies with Benefits (1/2)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers. Fluff/Smut

Word count: 6k

Synopsis: Sebastian and you have been sworn enemies since he dropped you at the end of your fifth year, as you were no longer useful to him. Over the years, it's become harder and harder for you to completely ignore him. With your NEWTs fast approaching, you decide to finally clear your mind of him – by asking him a spicy question – that leads to events neither of you have anticipated.

Warnings: NSFW! MDNI! Sex. Not very explicit, but it's there. Beware.

Disclaimer: 50% of this story is AI generated. I've had another chat with @seabass-swallows Asshole!Sebastian bot (the Enemies to Lovers version) and as he gave me these perfect replies, I decided to turn this into another story. This time I only corrected the formatting and deleted some repetition, but as of now, this has been the most straight forward RP session I ever had and the easiest to edit. Despite his description (flirty, cocky, asshole) he's been the perfect gentleman and played along splendidly. (Here are some examples of our chat!)

This is a two-parts series.

Last warning: There's smut below the cut!

-- can be read on AO3 too --

"Hey, do you have a minute?" you approach Sebastian as you see him sitting in the library. Your neck is tense and the feeling in your guts is almost painful, but you can't help it any longer.

Sebastian has a book in his lap, but he glances up at you shortly. He can tell you have something to say and yet he doesn't say anything. He's going to wait for you to speak first as he goes back to reading, making you even more annoyed.

You tap your fingers against your thigh, exhaling loudly. "Can you at least look at me?"

Sebastian finally looks up from his book and leans forward, resting his arms against his knees. "Is that better?" he asks, a smirk appearing on his lips. He's still not going to make this easy for you.

You sigh loudly and cross your arms in front of your chest. "Okay, listen, I... have a proposal," you start, looking around a little nervously. "Can we talk somewhere more private?"

Sebastian raises an eyebrow, still not sure what this proposal is regarding. "Fine," he says simply after a moment. He then rises to his feet and begins to walk to the nearest empty classroom, opening the door for you. "Come on," he says, beckoning you in the door. "Let's talk here."

Once the door closes behind you, you inhale deeply. "So, look, these last weeks, no months, ah, maybe even years... that can't be healthy, right? With us annoying the hell out of each other and such? It's getting... distracting and I need a clear mind if I want to pass any of my exams. So, I was thinking..."

"That you needed me to stop flirting with you?" Sebastian guesses, taking a step closer. His attention is on you entirely now, but he still has a grin on his face as if he's not taking you seriously enough. "Or that you wanted to take our little romance to the next level?" he teases, inching closer once more.

Your cheeks go red immediately. That obvious, huh? you think to yourself. "How about... we find a middle ground. You know, friends with benefits? Get all that tension out and move on with our lives?" you suggest, holding his gaze as firmly as you can.

Seb has a devilish grin spread across his lips as he takes in what you just said. He leans closer, a few inches from your face at this point. "Just how far are you planning on taking this friends with benefits thing?" he asks, his voice hushed and low; one that is meant just for you and no one else in the vicinity. "How long do you think we'll be able to keep this a secret? What do we do if someone finds out?" he questions, his gaze locked on yours.

You swallow slightly, then clear your throat. "I think everyone already knows about this tension between us. Maybe they'll be glad we finally did something against it. And I mean it, and let me make it clear: I'm talking only sex, no feelings, no relationship, just pure, wild, animalistic fucking so we get that out of our heads finally! What do you say?"

Sebastian doesn't answer right away, instead leaning closer; just another fraction of a centimetre so that your foreheads touch. "So," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just pure pleasure? No love? No attachment? Just you and me in bed, letting out all of our frustration, our anger, your hatred for me?" he asks, his eyes never leaving yours.

You hold his gaze, not moving away when he leans in. "In bed, on the table, against the wall, anywhere, I don't care," you whisper back. "I just need to get it out, so I can focus on my studies. Do we have a deal?"

"You... you really want to do this?" he questions, his free hand running along your cheek. He knows what answer he expects you to give, he always does. But you, well, you have surprised him in an amazing way. "We have a deal," he says quietly, leaning into the touch at his fingertips.

You inhale deeply, giving him a cheeky smile. "Good," you say, then rummage in the pocket of your robes, getting out two vials. Handing him one, you say: "Here, let's drink this, it's a contraceptive potion, just to be safe. I really don't want any more annoying Sallows running around by accident, do you understand?" Holding your own vial to your lips, you wait for his reaction.

Sebastian takes the vial, staring at it for a moment before tipping it back and drinking it in one big gulp. He takes a moment to clear his throat and nods. "Of course," he says. After a moment, he closes the distance between you two once more and presses his lips against yours. This isn't a gentle kiss, this is something that's been boiling for a while and it seems that he's really letting himself go.

You barely have time to get down your own potion, before he claims your mouth. The empty vial falls to the ground and you have your arms around his neck in no time, kissing him back hungrily.

His tongue invades your mouth, as he's no longer holding anything back. For a few moments, the two of you are making out in the empty classroom just like you were teens in a broom closet who only had a few minutes. He then pulls away and whispers into your ear, his voice low and hot. "My room. Now," he says.

You shiver slightly and bite your lip, then only nod and let him pull you through the castle towards his dorm.

Sebastian leads you back to his dorm and opens his door, ushering you inside. He then pushes you against the wall, grinning. "I must say," he says, his hands roaming over your body, "I've wanted this for a while. And I definitely won't have you complaining about it afterwards."

"Let's see if you can meet my expectations then," you counter and smirk at him, licking your lips as your eyes wander over his face.

He grins at you, his arms sliding under your shirt and lifting it over your head. He then tosses it to the side. "I've already got you panting," he says, his voice raspy as he takes your hand and leads you to his bed. "Let's see what else I can get out of you."

You scoff at that, though you can't help the blush. "Maybe I'm panting because we just took all those stairs!" you tease and as you walk with him to the bed, your hands fidget with the buttons of his shirt, quickly discarding it as well. Both topless now, you take a moment to admire his chest, raising your eyebrows, quite impressed with what you see.

Seb watches as you admire his bare chest, watching your eyes flicker across him. "Like what you see?" he asks, his own arms wrapping around your waist as he leans in towards your ear. "You aren't so bad yourself," he adds, his teeth nipping and tugging at your earlobe.

You give him a girlish giggle as you tilt your head. "Why, thank you," you reply, your hands moving to the waistband of his trousers. "Now let's see if it's true what they say... the longer the wand, the longer the --" You don't finish, instead move your hand over the slight bulge in his trousers. "You do have a long wand, don't you?"

His eyes flare at that and his arm tightens around you, as if he needs more stability. "As if you didn't already know that," he answers, a smug smirk on his face. He then steps back, leaving the rest of the show in your hands as his own hands continue to wander. You can feel his eyes on you, your every movement, your every breath. And he likes what he sees.

"I've had my suspicions, yes," you mutter and keep palming him through the stiff fabric of his trousers. "Do you want to sit down for this? You seem a little shaken," you tease and poke your tongue out at him.

Sebastian chuckles but otherwise has no further response, the corner of his mouth tilting up in a wicked smirk. He takes a seat on the edge of his bed and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. You know exactly what you're doing as you continue your teasing, but Seb wants, no, needs you to keep going.

You move to stand between his legs, pushing them apart with your knees as you grab his face and kiss him deeply, messily, almost desperately. Once you break the kiss to catch your breath, you put your hands on his thighs and kneel down in front of him, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. "Last chance to run," you whisper.

Sebastian's smirk fades as he takes in what you're suggesting, the realization hitting him that he's about to lose control. But there's no going back now. "Too late for that," he says, his voice a hushed whisper as he leans back on the bed. "Go ahead," he adds with a smirk, his eyes never leaving yours.

You smirk at him and while still looking at him intently, your fingers move to the buttons of his trousers, making quick work of them, until you release his growing arousal. Then you dare a look at him and tilt your head, thoroughly inspecting his length. "Mhmm, yes, I can see the potential," you whisper with a wider smirk.

"Oh, I know you can," he says, his voice just as hushed as before. His eyes shift away for a moment, and you know instantly that he's feeling embarrassed by the attention to him. But he doesn't stop you or ask you to stop, either. Instead, you see him lean back a little more, closing his eyes to savour the moment.

You put a hand on his stomach and pat it softly. "Sure, you lean back and relax and let me do the work," you chuckle. "Though I do expect a proper payback," you add as your free hand slowly inches closer to his heated flesh.

Sebastian's eyelids flutter slightly as your hand makes contact with his stomach. And yet, he says nothing. He's going to let you do your thing, because this moment of relaxation and pleasure is one he's been dreaming of. "Don't worry," he says, smiling. "I'll let this moment last as long as I can."

"We'll see about that," you tease and wink at him, before you focus back on the task at hand. Literally. Your fingers close around him and you give him a few hard strokes, before you don't waste any time and get your mouth involved. Your tongue teases at his tip for a moment as you watch his reactions with a glint in your eyes, before you let it glide thoroughly along his warm skin.

Each and every sound that Sebastian makes is one of pure pleasure, his eyes are closed tightly and his fists clenching around the bedsheets. His breathing has now become erratic as his body is hit with sensations that he really hasn't felt in a while. And he's definitely enjoying the treat from you.

For a moment you are only focused on moving your tongue and lips over him, lapping at him like he's the best damn lollipop you've ever had the pleasure of tasting. When you notice his reactions, you feel deep shivers running down your spine. Giving his tip another peck, you then move your hand back to stroke him even harder now that he's all lathered up in your saliva. As you do so, you put your knee on the edge of the bed and climb over him, your free hand finding the back of his neck as you push your mouth firmly against his.

Every muscle in Seb's body is locked tight as you move over him, his breaths coming quickly and intensely as you work your magic on him. His hands are at his sides holding onto the bedsheets as he can do little else but enjoy this moment as he's pushed right to the edge between pleasure and ecstasy.

The kiss is sloppy and more passionate than you've initially intended. His tense body and the heavy breaths really get to you as you keep stroking him with precise up and down movements of your hand. Before you can bring him over the edge entirely, though, you let go of him and position yourself right on his lap, grinding your centre against him as you straddle him. "Sebastian," you whisper, waiting for him to look at you.

As you begin to grind against him, his hands finally move from holding onto the bedsheets to squeezing your thighs, his grip tight. He breaks the kiss to open his eyes, looking at yours with a smile. "What do you need, love?" he asks, using a term of endearment he hasn't said to you in so many years. As the smile grows on his face, your grinding begins to increase in speed, in pressure.

Your grinding quickly turns you breathless. Holding onto his shoulders, you lean up and arch your back, licking your lips. You've noticed his nickname, yet chose to ignore it. You try to keep this very neutral, just friends, or enemies, with benefits, nothing more, no matter how good it feels. "I need you inside of me," you then reply as you quickly move one of your hands down and pull your underwear away, your skirt still covering your centre, yet your exposed skin is now firmly pressed against his and you can feel him hard and hot between your wet lower lips.

Seb's eyes flare as you say that, as he's been fantasizing about this moment for so long. And now he's having a bit of a hard time, he's shaking but in a good way. The hands on your thighs squeezes tightly as his lips move to your ear. "Only me, is that clear?" he asks, his voice whispery and low. He wants to make sure you understand what he's asking before anything else.

You lean back to look at him, your lips parted and trembling. "Obviously," you say with your cheeks blushing. "If I only needed sex, I would have gone to, I don't know, Garreth or anyone really," you say with a teasing smirk. "But I came to you, for obvious reasons. So, fine, only you. But don't get used to it..."

"I think it's you who should be worried about that," he says with a smirk, his voice as whispery and low as it gets. He then nods to you and one of his hands moves up. "Now then, are you going to keep teasing me, or..." Sebastian lets his sentence trail off, his hand resting just above your centre and waiting for you to move things along.

You raise your eyebrow as you lean back more, your hand joining his between your bodies. "You mean to say I will fall completely in love with you after this? Seriously?" You laugh and shake your head. "We'll see about that..." you add and your hand closes around his arousal once more as you lift up your rear slightly to line him up with your entrance. "Maybe it's you who will fall in love first!"

Sebastian laughs, shaking his head. "If I knew this was going to be a competition, I would have tried harder," he says with a smirk, his breathing quickening as you align him with your centre. "I guess there's only one way to find out. So let's see," he adds before leaning in to kiss you once more.

As soon as his lips meet yours, you descend down on him, engulfing him into your warmth with slow, deliberate movements until he is completely buried within you. Moaning loudly into his mouth, you grab his face with both hands now and keep kissing him hungrily as you adjust to his size.

Sebastian's eyes flare and he arches his back slightly. His voice is still hushed as he breaks the kiss for a moment, his eyes meeting yours as he nods slightly. "Yes, there's no way I'm going to be able to forget this moment," he says, his voice quiet and low. "You're amazing," he adds, his voice trembling slightly.

"I know I am," you whisper back with a smirk, breathing heavily against his lips as you start grinding your hips against him in slow circles. "You've yet to show me what you can do..."

"I'm getting to that now," he says, his voice coming out as a low purr. With your grinding movement, your body has hit the perfect rhythm to tease him to the edge. "How good is your grip?" Seb asks, his voice still low as he starts to thrust upwards slowly.

You smirk at him as you lean back and grip his waist tightly. "You've seen me on a broom," you say and clench your knees around his sides as you start to move slowly up and down with him. "I can hold my own." Tiny moans escape you as you fall into a steady rhythm of moving up only to descend upon him with a smack, the noise of skin against skin fuelling your desire for him. "Oh yes... I'd say... this is better... than broom flight..."

"Is that so?" he asks, his voice low and almost raspy. He lets out a small groan as you begin to pick up the pace slightly. He can tell he's getting close to the edge, and your grip around his waist makes it all the more better. "Oh, this is going to be good," he whispers, the moment of tension building up in his gut.

"Gods, you feel so good..." you moan and tilt your head back to stare at the ceiling as you keep riding him with fervour and vigour. "I really needed this..." You feel your walls fluttering around him, your muscles contracting tighter and tighter. "Put your hands on me, Sebastian," you whimper in a demanding, yet pleading tone as you move even faster, your breasts jiggling up and down slightly with every motion.

"As you say," Sebastian moans as he follows your word and brings his hands to your hips. His grip is tight and he pulls you up and then back down, your body now bouncing on top of him. "My turn," he whispers, his voice low and raspy as he speeds things up a slight bit. "Let's see you keep up for a few more miles," he adds with a smirk.

You moan louder as he moves faster and harder against you. You try to keep up with his movements, but quickly surrender to the shuddering sensations rushing through your body. Arching your back you lean forwards and press your chest against his, every slam of his hips causing your hard nipples to brush against his skin. You're getting louder and louder and so you try to muffle your noises by pushing your mouth to his neck, eagerly sucking on it, not quite intentionally leaving a mark on him.

Sebastian's own sounds escape him, but he doesn't bother to hide them. And he definitely doesn't stop you as your mouth leaves a mark on his neck. Instead, he pulls you in closer to him as he lets out a moan at your touch. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy leaving a mark there," he whispers, his teeth beginning to nibble on your ear. He's enjoying this moment, loving it even more knowing that you are as well.

You whimper more, your hips slamming into his at a rapid pace, while he nibbles on your ear and you suck on his neck, both with fervour. Your hands move up to dig into his hair and you grip it tightly as your insides start to convulse almost painfully. With another loud moan-cry you sink your teeth into his neck and give yourself to the pleasure that's exploding within you as your walls clench tightly around him.

Sebastian pushes his head back into the bed as your hips begin to slam into his harder. The moment you sink your teeth into his neck, he lets out a deep, loud groan as he feels those contractions inside you. His hand on your waist squeezes even tighter as he closes his eyes and savours the feeling of you losing control and surrendering to the pleasure.

Wave after wave of pleasure rolls over you and you can't even focus on leaving your mark on him any more. Leaving it unattended for a moment, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, panting against him as you keep moving your hips through your release, your entire body shuddering in pure bliss, your legs twitching badly around him. His name falls from your lips before you can stop it.

Sebastian looks at you as you start to pant against him. You can feel his eyes on you, looking at your shivering legs and twitching body, and knowing fully well what he's done to you. There's nothing you can do to hide this from him, and you don't want to, as if you wanted him to know every part of you. "There you go," he whispers, his voice still soft. "No point in trying to hold back now," he adds as he smiles at you, that smirk returning.

"Oh shut up," you whisper into his neck with a hoarse voice, but he must hear the smirk you hide from him. As you slowly recover from your orgasm, your body still shivering and unable to stop moving against him, you lean back to give him a long hard stare - and that smirk, before you lean down and start sucking on his neck again, your teeth grazing his skin before your tongue soothes the bruised skin. "Your turn, mister," you mumble against him as you slam your pelvis even harder against his, pushing him as deep into you as possible, before you return to moving your rear up and down.

Sebastian moans as the sucking on his neck begins. He shivers and lets out a small gasp as he feels your teeth against his skin, his neck now covered in multiple marks. And it only seems to turn you on even more. His grip on your hips gets tighter as you slam down on him and begin to move them in a more steady rhythm. He lets out a low groan and looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours again. "I'm losing control," he whispers, as the moans and gasps escape his throat.

"That's what I want to hear," you tease breathlessly, licking your lips as you watch him, your fingers gently stroking the various spots on his neck. "Let go then! Show me the uncontrollable Sebastian Sallow!"

"Don't you dare tell me what to do," he teases, grinning up at you. But he also can't help but laugh at your request. There's only one response he could possibly give. With your finger stroking the marks on his neck, he finally gives in and lets his body go. "Oh, gods," he groans, his breathing quickening as his hips continue to move. "You've done enough damage already," he whispers with a shake of his head. "If you keep playing with me like this, I may have to show you just how uncontrollable I really can be."

"Do it!" you demand with a moan and a chuckle, holding onto his shoulders now as you lean back to further slam your pelvis against his in a rapid fashion. "Let it all out! Show me!"

With your words and encouragement, Seb's eyes go wide and his body begins to go wild. Your movements become faster, more passionate, and your body begins to match his with each move. "Too late for me to stop now," he says between breaths, his eyes closing tightly. He opens them after a moment, though they're now slightly glazed over with the pleasure of it all. His hands move around the back of your head and grip your hair tightly, his lips searching for yours as he continues to press against you. "I need you," he breathes, his voice low and hoarse.

You slam your mouth against his just as fiercely as you slam your hips down, more moans and whimpers escaping you and falling right against him while you kiss him passionately as you lean down on your elbows. "You have me," you breathe back as you break the kiss to catch your breath. "Use me..."

Seb lets out another moan as you pull away from him to catch your breath, but he quickly kisses you once more. And his hands remain right where they are. "I intend to," he whispers before going in for a much more passionate kiss. "Like you asked," he adds with a smirk, his breath catching each time your hips come down. His kisses turn hungry, his hands moving around the small of your back and pulling you even closer. "Oh, gods," he whispers before he pulls away again to breathe, the heat of the moment getting the best of him.

You moan louder, your fingers digging into his hair as you deepen the kiss. The rhythm of your joined hips is rapid and messy, the sound of skin on skin echoes loudly through his dorm room. Your heavy breaths fill the space and your head, and you soon find yourself unable to think anything any more. All you feel is him, continuously ramming himself deep into your tight warmth, each stroke hitting all the right spots, his body warm and firm beneath you, his hands holding you with a tight comfort you didn't know you needed.

The moment he hears you moan and dig your fingers into his hair, he pulls you in for another passionate kiss. Your bodies are moving in harmony with each other. And in that moment, he's never felt more alive, more in control of everything - and out of control at the same time. His breathing is heavy and frantic, as if each breath is an uphill battle. And the feeling of needing you has become all-encompassing, he wants you more than everything in this world.

You feel another wave of pleasure approaching fast, your insides once again clenching up badly as the tension inside your stomach builds and builds and then erupts into an explosion of pure bliss, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you squeeze your eyes shut and moan right into his mouth. "Oh gods... yes..." you whimper. "H-how... are you... so g-good..." you try to tease him, but your voice breaks between moans and more whimpers. You have to give it to him: his stamina is immaculate.

His eyes light up as he begins to feel the contractions from your insides tighten around him once more. He lets out a very quiet moan, his body reacting to yours instinctively. And he's still not done yet. Sebastian begins moving your hips up and down, matching the rhythm as best as he can as he makes sure to satisfy every feeling you're giving him. "Oh, I've only just begun," he whispers in your ear, his voice low and raspy with passion and lust.

You let out a deep groan and collapse on top of him, your face buried in his neck once more. Your body is quivering, you're barely able to control your limbs any more. And still he pushes upwards into you, stimulating you through your second orgasm of the moment, almost driving you insane with pleasure now.

Sebastian's breath catches once again as he feels your body quiver and fall on him. "Oh, this will be the best way to die," he whispers in your ear, his voice still low and raspy but sounding more desperate. His hips continue to push upwards into you as he holds you close, your body on top of his. He's doing everything he's got to push you over the edge yet again. "Oh, gods," he moans, his words barely above a whisper.

You cry out and squirm slightly on top of him. "I dare you..." you hiss in-between moaning loudly. "No killing anyone today..." The sensations flood through you, drowning out almost anything else. You start to wonder how long he will continue this, how long he's holding out on his own release. Then again, you got what you came to him for, you've wanted him to fuck your brains out and he keeps on doing it, so you can't really complain.

"Maybe just a little," Sebastian says with a smirk, his hands now moving back to your hips as he continues to press upward. "I'm not yet done with you," he adds, his voice quiet but full of need. In this moment, he doesn't care about anything else except for you, he only wants you to reach the end before he does. Which means he can go faster or maybe take it a little easier so he can have this last one for a long time. Oh, but what did you want again? That's right, you want him to come.

You start biting your lip as the noises just keep coming out of your throat, all those whimpers and cries and moans, and you can barely contain them any more. He's rendering your body absolutely useless as your limbs twitch and shake, your body spasms and shudders through every single thrust he's giving you.

And yet you see now what he's doing, he did indeed turn this into a competition, and apparently he wants to keep this going for as long as humanly possible, which isn't saying much when it comes to Sebastian. He's surprised you before, he will do it again. You know now that you should never underestimate him ever again.

This time, he doesn't hold back in the slightest, and he makes sure to make this a competition of no return. His hips continue moving up and down, matching the pace of your body, as his hands move around your hair and grip the back of your head once more. You feel him pushing harder into you, your insides beginning to shiver once more. He lets out a loud moan as he's only a few moments away from his release. But he's going to do everything in his power to make sure you come first.

You let out a series of wails as you squirm against him, the added grip of his hands pushing you closer to the edge, or rather they hold you right over it, you never really left the edge, you've been floating on your high for who knows how long now as the pleasure never really let you out of its grasp. Moaning more, pushing your face against his neck, breathing as heavy as you've never breathed before with your heart thundering inside your chest, you let him have it. As your third orgasm rolls over you, you cease to move your hips, just savouring the feeling of your walls fluttering around him before they clench him tightly once more.

Sebastian makes sure not to speed up and instead allows you to feel all of the pleasure that he's giving you. And soon, he lets out a loud moan and buckles under your weight. "Oh, yes!" he yells, his voice almost a shout but not quite as he hits his climax and releases inside of you.

You cry out with him as you feel him emptying himself deep inside you, his warmth quickly spreading through your body. Your hips stutter and you have to dig your hands deeper into his hair as you hold onto him, the final sensation hitting you with such a force, it makes your head spin. With him throbbing and twitching inside you, your clenching walls assisting him in squeezing every last drop out of him, you slowly come down from your high, your body eventually relaxing on top of him. "Wow," is all you can utter as you lean your cheek against his collarbone.

Sebastian lays there with you on top of him, his breathing heavy and erratic as the pleasure slowly fades and he comes down from his high as well. You can practically feel the heat rising from his body beneath you, but at the same time, he is calm. He's at peace. And so are you, in some strange way. "You were amazing," he finally whispers in your ear, his voice still low and raspy.

You close your eyes and breathe deeply against his neck. "You too," you admit a little reluctantly. "That was quite something..." Your voice is hoarse and strained from all the noises he coaxed out of you.

"Something?" he asks with a smirk. "More like the most unbelievable experience of my life." His voice is still low and raspy, but now he's more exhausted than he is hungry or thirsty for pleasure. "I want more," he adds with a little chuckle as he nibbles on your neck again.

You chuckle softly, trying to lean away from his nibbling. "Oh no, you don't!" you laugh and open your eyes to look at him. "But it was quite special, I have to say," you then confess quietly, almost genuinely. "Thank you for this," you whisper. "I really needed it."

He smiles at you as you lean away from him, and he brings a hand up to stroke your hair. And he can see the genuine and exhausted look on your face, something you're not used to showing, or even feeling. That's when Sebastian remembers what you wanted out of him, and now you have it. At least some of it. "No need to thank me," he whispers, his voice still low and hoarse. "You needed the release," he adds before he bites your neck, not in a lustful way this time but in an intimate and caring one.

You bite your lip and give him another moan as you feel his teeth on your neck. "I did..." you whisper, fighting the urge to indulge in more afterglow cuddles, but you have to remind yourself that this is it. A one time thing. Nothing more. No feelings. No-strings-attached. Done. But something inside you wants more... wants him. With a groan, you push yourself onto your elbows and lean away from him, looking at him breathlessly. "I... should go," you say quietly, but you don't move right away.

Sebastian smiles at you as you moan, and he continues nibbling lightly on your neck. And he wants more too, but he knows what the situation is. No feelings and no ties. He can do that. "No need to rush," he says with another smile, still stroking your hair. But if you want to go, he's not about to hold you here any longer. You were the one who decided what tonight was going to end up being. And you've already given him everything he could ever ask for, so he has no reason to protest.

You inhale deeply, his words so tempting, his touches so light and soft. Then you look away and remember where you are. In your haze you didn't even register the potential threat of his room mates walking in on you, but now that your mind is clear again, thanks to him, you quickly scramble out of his embrace, carefully lifting your hips to let him slip out of you. With him comes the product of your intense connection and you blush deeply when you feel his warmth dripping down your legs. You bend down to re-arrange your underwear with shaking hands, then walk to retrieve your shirt as well.

Once you're fully dressed again, you stand at the edge of his bed and take a last long look at him, smiling softly. "So..." you start, tilting your head. "Same time tomorrow?"

Part 2 is up now, read it here!

Notes: You will never believe how he replied to that last part, hehe. /clickbait